Their silken vesture to unfold,
And peeping forth to meet the sun,
The long procession is begun:—
The snowdrops, first upon the scene,
White-crested braved King Frost’s demesne:
The little Crocus reaches up
To catch a sunbeam in his cup:
The Daffodil his trumpet blows,
And after spring a-hunting goes:
Anemones rode out the gale,