Surprise

Blind golden buds, we listened yesterday,
Somewhere where winds were cool and dews were tender,
To hear what older buttercups could say
Of skies blue-domed above the field's wide splendour.

To-day we bloomed, and thought from out the grass
To front the sun with half-closed yellow eyes,
But faced instead a white-draped toilet-glass,
And opened every petal in surprise.
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