Classic Poem

Sweet Maiden of the early spring
In broach of gold & apron blue
The early suns of march will bring
Thy loved companions fair & true
So purely white so sweetly blue
Beside the sunny hedge they grow
In clusters to the springtime true
How beautifull they show

The sparrows twitter in the hedge
& field mice rustle in the leaves
& there thou art thou bonny pledge
Like dreams spring fancies ever weaves
In purple vest and golden eye
All looking up for aprils dew
& catching pearls till gales pass bye
Then you are mornings weepers too

I love the April violet
With golden eye & dewy faces
They're in such lovely places met
The sunniest and the sweetest places
They are the breath of Spring & lie
On Hedgerow banks for all to get
The joy of every passer bye
The march & april violet