I'M a pretty little thing, Always coming with the spring; In the meadows green I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is cover'd flat With a white and yellow hat. Little Mary, when you pass Lightly o'er the tender grass, Skip about, but do not tread On my bright but lowly head, For I always seem to say, "Surely winter's gone away." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FIFTY YEARS (1863-1913) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VETERAN SIRENS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MIND IN CREATION by RICHARD BLACKMORE |