Hey Guys! Today I thought I would share a poem by Sydney Dobell, because I thought this poem was cute. 🙂
A Chanted CalanderFirst came the Primrose, On the bank high Like a maiden looking forht From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below, So look’d She, And saw the storms go by. Then came the wind-flower In the valley left behind, As a wounded maiden, pale With purple steaks of woe, When the battle has roll’d by Wanders to and fro So totter’d she, Dishevell’d in the wind. Then came the daisies, On the first of May, Like a banner’d show’s advance While the crowd runs by the way, With ten thousand flowers about then they come trooping through the fields, As a happy people come, So came they, As a happy people come When the war has roll’d away, With dance and tabor, pipe and drum, And all make holiday. Then came the cowslip, Like a dancer in the fair, She spread her little mat of green, And on it danced she With a filler bound about her brow, A fillet round her happy brow, A golden fillet round her brow, And rubies in her hair.