ii2 ARBOR DAY 



Now in ye bough an elfe there dwelte, 



An elfe of wondrous powere, 



That when ye chillye snowe didde pelte, 



With magic charm each flake didde melte, 



Didde melte into a flowere; 



And Spring didde wake and marvelle how, 



How blossomed so ye leafless bough. 



SPRING 



(After Meleager) 



BY ANDREW LANG 



Now the bright crocus flames, and now 

 The slim narcissus takes the rain, 



And, straying o'er the mountain's brow, 

 The daffodillies bud again. 



The thousand blossoms wax and wane 

 On wold, and heath, and fragrant bough, 

 But fairer than the flowers art thou, 



Than any growth of hill or plain. 



Ye gardens, cast your leafy crown, 

 That my Love's feet may tread it down, 

 Like lillies on the lilies set; 



My love, whose lips are softer far 



Than drowsy poppy petals are, 

 And sweeter than the violet. 



