MY hollyhocks are all awake, br And not a single rose is lost; br My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake, br Have fought the winter's cruel frost; br Pink peony buds begin to peer, br And flags push up their sword-blades fine: br I know there will not be this year br A brighter garden plot than mine. br br br I'll sow the seeds of mignonette, br Of snapdragon and sunflowers tall, br And scarlet poppies I will set br To flower against the southern wall; br Already all my lilies show br The green crowns baby lilies wear, br And all my flowers will grow and blow, br Because Love's hand has set them there.