Awake, little crocus, spring is nigh!
Let me kiss the slumber from your eye.
Come! Dance with me upon the lawn,
The night is o'er, embrace the dawn!

How long I've waited patiently
Mid changing seasons of the year;
Through sunshine, harvest, and icy blast
When last I watched through frozen tears.

Now nature stirs from winter's lair
As petals open to the rain,
And I shall hover ever near
Until you fall asleep again.


 
By Anne Pollock.