Of all sweet days that come and go,
The sweetest fall
When first the almond blossoms show,
Above the wall:
When through their flowers a cloudless sky
Shines clear and blue,
You know the spring will soon be by
With flowers for you.
Then sow your treasured seeds nor let
The month grow old,
Ere borage and sweet thyme are set,
And marigold:
Put larkspurs, too, beside the gate
Among the grass,
Like sentinels in blue, to wait
When friends do pass;
And sweet-peas in a gracious line,
To make a blaze
Of rainbow colours, rich and fine,
In summer days.