"The Song of the Blackthorn Fairy"

by Cicely Mary Barker

The wind is cold, the Spring seems long awaking;
The woods are brown and bare;
Yet this is March: soon April will be making
All things most sweet and fair.

See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled,
One brave and cheering sight:
The leafless branches of the Blackthorn, spangled
With starry blossoms white!