Hyacinths blooming in the wood br Fragrantly they are bringing br A primal essence of spring br Often I wish that somehow I could br Hear their tiny bells ringing br Perhaps even hear them sing br br Yet they seem so intent on slyly hiding br Among the rocks and grass br As if they might be quite shy br With their fragrance all the while providing br A guide to those who pass br Insuring Hyacinths they spy br br Hyacinths must be flirtatious flowers br To play at such br A silly tease br Feigning naivete of their powers br They enchant us br With great easebr br Mary Havranbr br