Littell's Living Age/Volume 173/Issue 2235/March Blossoms

by Sidney A. Alexander

                              I.
Gathering the buds of blue-eyed March,
          Yonder I see her now:
The wild white violets at her feet,
          The robin on the bough.

                              II.
I, too, must gather the blooms of spring;
          Ah there! I have it now —
The look that lights, like sudden fire,
          Her lip and cheek and brow.

                             III.
We are but gathering early flowers:
          What think ye of it now,
Ye wild white violets at our feet,
          Thou robin on the bough?