"Behold the youngest of the vine, christened Blue Peone. She beareth within her the very vastness of the summer firmament—an infinite reach of sky distilled into a mortal frame. When she doth cross the threshold, the weary air itself quickens; like the first breath of April upon a frozen glade, she bringeth a flourish of life where once there was but stillness."
"Behold the youngest of the vine, christened Blue Peone. She beareth within her the very vastness of the summer firmament—an infinite reach of sky distilled into a mortal frame. When she doth cross the threshold, the weary air itself quickens; like the first breath of April upon a frozen glade, she bringeth a flourish of life where once there was but stillness."