Hey Guys! Today I thought I would share a poem by Sydney Dobell, because I thought this poem was cute. 🙂
A Chanted Calander
First 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. Â 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. Â 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. Â 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.
