Ere buds and blades are springing,
Or swallows northward winging,
The white windflower appears.

In many an upland valley
And frost-bound woodland alley
Her star-like head she rears.

The cold east wind hath kissed her,
The snow-flakes call her "sister,"
And nestle at her side.

So meek she lives and lowly,
So fragile pure and holy,
The spring's unsullied bride.

But when the  hot sun showers
His strength on summer flowers,
Her short sweet life is done.

So we one day discover
Our life's first bloom is over,
Our love's first promise gone.