<h3 id="The_Crocus_Bed">The Crocus Bed</h3>
<p>YELLOW as the noonday sun,<br/>
Purple as a day that’s done,<br/>
White as mist that lingers pale<br/>
On the edge of morning’s veil,<br/>
Delicate as love’s first kiss—<br/>
Crocuses are just like this.</p>
<p>Ere the robin paints his breast,<br/>
Ere the daffodil is drest,<br/>
Ere the iris’ lovely head<br/>
Waves above her perfumed bed<br/>
Comes the crocus—and the Spring<br/>
Follows after, wing on wing!</p>
<p>Sweet perfection, holding up<br/>
Magic dew in topaz cup,<br/>
Alabaster, amethyst—<br/>
Curling lips which Earth has kissed,<br/>
Folded hearts where secrets hide,<br/>
Secrets old when Eve was bride!</p>
<p>Beauty’s soul was born with wings,<br/>
Flight inspires all lovely things—<br/>
Would you gather rainbow fire?<br/>
See the rose of dawn’s desire<br/>
Turn to ash beneath the moon?—<br/>
Crocuses must leave us soon.</p>
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