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 Summertime,
Though Summer days drag by,

His dog looks up the lonely lane---
He knows the reason why.

Sonnets of sorrow and triumph. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George H. Doran, 1918.

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