THE DANDELION
There is a quaint old story which tells how the flower of the dandelion, beautiful as the golden sunlight, was adored by the South Wind. Rising drowsily one morning, he espied across the green sward, as it appeared, a glowing golden-haired damsel. Each morning, when he peeped out at her, she looked more beautiful, till one day—alas!—he perceived that her hair had suddenly turned grey. “This,” said h~ . ‘is none other than the handiwork of my brother, the Wind of the North,” and sighed for grief. So deeply he sighed, that his breath shook the diaphanous locks of his darling dandelion. They danced away on the b. i ze, and. in a twinkling, the maid had vanished. But the South Wind never forgot his passion for her, and, though many dandelions have since come to earth, he sighs for her every year.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6
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144THE DANDELION Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 119, 10 August 1927, Page 6
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