Blossom of snow

"Sing a song of blossom,"

Said little Marjory Brown:

"Why won't it come down,

Here in the town,

Please?"

Said little Marjory Brown.

"Please,

Wind, blow just a breath, for me

To see

The great white apple-blossoms blow

Just like snow --

Just like snow in our garden before we

Came back to town,"

Said little Marjory Brown.

All day and all night

A wind did blow,

Marjory laughed at the flying snow

And its whirling riot:

But at dawn she grew wan and white,

And was quiet.

And the doctor said,,

With his hand on a bowed sobbing head,

"Too late you came up to town

With little Marjory Brown."