Classic Poem

Ere yet the year is one month old
In spite of frost & wind & snow
Bare bosomed to the quaking cold
Springs little selfsown flowers will blow
& ever kin to early hours
Peep ackonites in cups of gold
With frilled leaves muffled round their flowers
Like tender maidens shunning cold.

& then as winters parting pledge
Like true love in his crabbed reign
The violet neath the naked hedge
Peeps thro the rustling leaves again
Soon as from off the thickets moss
The sunshine clears the doubting snow
& the oerjoyed & neighing horse
Can find a patch of green to blow.

Like jewels brought by early hours
These little littered blossoms come
Like wanderers from fairey bowers
They smile & gladly find a home
& on the threshold of the spring
Like timid children out of doors
The[y] lie & wait the birds to sing
& laugh upon the splashy moores

Till aprils smiling frowning weather
Like younkers to a holiday
The comers troop in crowds together
To wait the feast of merry may
In sunny nooks & shelter nurst
Buds all their early blooms display
Where sunbeams show their faces first
& make when there [the] longest stay