QUICK-fingered Spring her wand choragic,
A cherry branch, has waved in air;
And swift by arts of natural magic
The clustered cherry-blooms are there.

You 've seen the children in their pastime
Plunge rods into a syrop thick,
Three times or four, and at the last time
Hold up in joy a candy-stick.

You 've seen a chemist, quick and curious,
Observe a liquid saturate,
And mark, when least the jar seemed furious,
The crystal-flowers precipitate.

And now, of cherry-blooms creator
Ere yet the woods and walks are green,
Rose-fingered prestidigitator,
Young chemic Spring at work you 've seen