Model Life

Small yellow flowers in your hair;
Between your fingers long green grass.
You held the earth, it held you there;
And so you looked; I didn’t pass.
You sat there still and did not turn
As I, with pen, began to draw.
I thought my pad would surely burn
When I etched in the thing I saw.
O wond’rous world, O matchless sight!
So beautiful, and oh, so right!
The model of my life is pure,
And art within my heart is sure!

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