Spring Flowers

I found your box of flowers at my door And knew they were from you even before I raised the lid and saw the loveliness That touched me like a summer wind's caress! A single golden rose, and hyacinths As delicate as dawn, their fern-spray'd tints; Then lilies-of-the-valley, pale green leaves A secret wish that only Nature weaves! White bells of fragrance, this their only song As silent as the things I know you long To say; but I don't mind this gesture—much! That Irish elegance—a subtle touch Of humor! Let it go at that my dear, This has been such a friendly, happy year! How did you know white violets would bring The final touch that to my heart is Spring?