The song of the Crocus fairies

Crocus of yellow, new and gay;
Mauve and purple, in brave array;

Crocus white

Like a cup of light,-

Hundreds of them smiling up,

Each with a flame in it's shining cup,

By the touch of the warm and welcome sun

Opened suddenly. Spring's begun!

Dance then, fairies, for joy, and sing

The song of the coming again of Spring

Cicely Mary Barker

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