Spring's Messengers

Where slanting banks are always with the sun The daisy is in blossom even now; And where warm patches by the hedges run The cottager when coming home from plough Brings home a cowslip root in flower to set. Thus ere the Christmas goes the spring is met Setting up little tents about the fields In sheltered spots. --Primroses when they get Behind the wood's old roots, where ivy shields Their crimpled, curdled leaves, will shine and hide.…