( There is a country saying that spring has not come until you can set your foot on seven daisies at once )
" O! How do you know
When spring has come?
Still falls the snow
And the birds are dumb. "
The grass will wear
A greener tone,
The thrush will dare
To carol alone.
The silver rain
Will warmly fall,
The woods will gain
The blackbird's call.
But the way to tell,
And the only way,
Is to find a dell
Where the breezes play,
And seek and seek
Where the daisy-bloom
Shows white and meek
Like a baby moon.
And when your foot treads
With tender fear
On seven white heads,—
Then spring is here.
COXWOLD.