154 SPUING STORIES AND SONGS 



Why do you shiver so, 



Violet sweet ? 

 Soft is the meadow-grass 



Under my feet. 

 Wrapped in your hood of green, 



Violet, why 

 Peep from your earth-door, 



So silent and shy ? 



Trickle the little brooks 



Close to your bed ; 

 Softest of fleecy clouds 



Float overhead ; 

 " Ready and waiting ! " 



The slender reeds sigh 

 " Ready and waiting ! " 



We sing May and I. 



Come, pretty Violet, 



Winter's away : 

 Come, for without you 



May isn't May. 

 Down through the sunshine 



Wings fluttered and fly ; 

 Quick, little Violet, 



Open your eye ! 



