[Flower, flower the people's fusion,/ O light in zenith, the coupled bud,/ And the flame in the flesh's vision.
Out of the sea, the drive of oil,/ Socket and grave, the brassy blood,/ Flower, flower, all all and all.] D. Thomas
Out of the sea, the drive of oil,/ Socket and grave, the brassy blood,/ Flower, flower, all all and all.] D. Thomas