Thanks for the pictures of flowers you sent. I return you a white dryad artwork, and one of my all-time favourite poets.
[...]
White sweetness, richest odours round thee cling.
Purely thou breathest of voluptuous Spring!
Thou art so white, because thou dost enclose
All the advancing splendours of the year;
And thou hast burned beyond the reddest rose,
To shine so keenly clear.
[...]
Robert Binyon, "The dryad".
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