"Sing a song of blossom,"
Said little Marjory Brown:
"Why won't it come down,
Here in the town,
      Please?"
Said little Marjory Brown.

      "Please,
Wind, blow just a breath, for me
        To see
   The great white apple-blossoms blow
   Just like snow --
Just like snow in our garden before we
   Came back to town,"
   Said little Marjory Brown.

All day and all night
   A wind did blow,
   Marjory laughed at the flying snow
      And its whirling riot:
But at dawn she grew wan and white,
      And was quiet .
And the doctor said,,
With his hand on a bowed sobbing head,
   "Too late you came up to town
   With little Marjory Brown."