Frances Ellen Watkins Harper - The Crocuses

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper - The Crocuses

They heard the South wind sighing br A murmur of the rain; br And they knew that Earth was longing br To see them all again. br br While the snow-drops still were sleeping br Beneath the silent sod; br They felt their new life pulsing br Within the dark, cold clod. br br Not a daffodil nor daisy br Had dared to raise its head; br Not a fairhaired dandelion br Peeped timid from its bed; br br Though a tremor of the winter br Did shivering through them run; br Yet they lifted up their foreheads br To greet the vernal sun. br br And the sunbeams gave them welcome. br As did the morning air br And scattered o'er their simple robes br Rich tints of beauty rare. br br Soon a host of lovely flowers br From vales and woodland burst; br But in all that fair procession br The crocuses were first. br br First to weave for Earth a chaplet br To crown her dear old head; br And to beautify the pathway br Where winter still did tread. br br And their loved and white haired mother br Smiled sweetly 'neath the touch, br When she knew her faithful children br Were loving her so much.


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