Early Flowers

There is a little ficary with brilliant golden disks, Scattered all along the riverbanks the first in April, Then a homely happy little daisy rises to look around, Smiles and grows thinly sprinkled on turf on our walk. Colts foot shows yellow flowers on many cold bear lands, Violets blue and white as sweet as honey in its haunts, A card amine bows to to the sun and his flowery friends, From a hollow or on the margin of a tiny little runnel. The primrose in their glory are a punctual as daylight, Anemones dance a lovers dance in the cool early breeze, Everywhere the trees in a wood and hedges look crimson, Nature prepares delight even in these black chilly days. The daffy-down-dilly is picked and plucked by children, It has always been known as the good old English flower, It lives in cottage gardens with rue so bright and yellow And grows in box-hedges neglected arbor's and dirty alleys.