Ella Wheeler Wilcox
THE snowdrops and the crocuses
Bloomed in the olden way ;
The stately tulips followed on--
The pansies had their day ;
The roses came--and yet the year
Brought neither June nor May.
And now the tiger lilies lift
Their freckled faces high ;
And now the sun is blazing down
From out a cloudless sky.
And yet it is not Summer time,
Though Summer days drag by.
His dog looks up the lonely lane--
He knows the reason why.
McClures Magazine 49 (Sept. 1917): 26.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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