Classic Poem

Green leaves are on the lilac tree,
And May-buds on the briar;
The daffodils and crocuses
Light up their golden fire.
The pansies in the garden plot
Lift up their dewy eyes,
And velvet blooms, as painted by
Moonlight and purple skies.
The linden in the dim court-yard
Shakes out its silvery green;
Thus even in the city street
The Beautiful is seen.
The children gather the springing grass,
I bless them in their glee;
But daisies on a village grave
Are the flowers Spring gives to me.