Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to April's bees, Birthday ornament of spring, Flora's fairest daughterling; Coming when no flowerets dare Trust the cruel outer air; When the royal kingcup bold Dares not don his throat of gold; And the sturdy blackthorn spray Keeps his silver for the May; Coming when no flowerets would Save thy lowly sisterhood; Early violets, blue and white, Dying for their love of light.