A Chanted Calendar

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.
 
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.
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