The Verse-Book of a Homely Woman by Fay Inchfawn - HTML preview

The Witness

The Master of the Garden said;
     "Who, now the Earth seems cold
          and dead,
     Will by his fearless witnessing
     Hold men's hearts for the tardy spring?"

     "Not yet. I am but half awake,"
     All drowsily the Primrose spake.
     And fast the sleeping Daffodils
     Had folded up their golden frills.

     "Indeed," the frail Anemone
     Said softly, "'tis too cold for me."
     Wood Hyacinths, all deeply set,
     Replied: "No ice has melted yet."

     When suddenly, with smile so bright,
     Up sprang a Winter Aconite,
     And to the Master joyfully
     She cried: "I will the witness be."