To the Miscodeed
Sweet pink of northern wood and glen, 
E’er first to greet the eyes of men 
In early spring,—a tender flower 
Whilst still the wintry wind hath power. 
How welcome, in the sunny glade, 
Or hazel copse, thy pretty head 
Oft peeping out whilst still the snow, 
Doth here and there, its presence show 
Soon leaf and bud quick opening spread 
Thy modest petals—white with red
Like some sweet cherub—love’s kind link, 
With dress of white, adorned with pink 
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 25, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.