Spring-beauty is a gipsy

Spring-beauty is a gipsy

Who travels by my road,

And makes my April pasture

The place of her abode.

Dark Trillium in purple,

Hepatica in gray,

Spread mystery of their coming

Through woodlands where they stray.

The Windflowers that gather

Along the orchard wall

In welcome flutter toward me,

Yet never speak at all.

But after all the wilding,

I only love the more

The gold-hearted Daffies

That crowd about my door.