There were dark turncap-lilies and jasemine rare,
And sweet thyme and marjoram scented the air.
William Brightly Rands.
Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not,
These three bloomed in a garden spot;
And once, all merry with song and play,
A little one heard three voices say:
"Shine and shadow, summer and spring,
O thou child with the tangled hair
And laughing eyes! We thee shall bring