She came with April blooms and showers;We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek, We choose a flower for every week.
A week of hyacinths, we say, And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;And then because two wishes met Upon the rose and violet --I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun --The violet and the rose count one.
A week the apple marked with white;A week the lily scored in light;Red poppies closed May's happy moon, And tulips this blue week in June.
Here end as yet the flowery links;To-day begins the week of pinks;But soon -- so grave, and deep, and wise The meaning grows in Baby's eyes, So VERY deep for Baby's age --We think to date a week with sage!
