Classic Poem

Of maidens three but one I knew,
I dream about the other two:
Sometimes I dream and then I see
My maidens three.

When white primrose at last begin'th
To yield to wild blue hyacinth,
Then does the vision come to me
Of maidens three.

When apple blossom falls away,
And lilies feel the first decay,
Then shall the vision finished be
Of maidens three.