Cowslip
English Spring Wildflower
The land is full of happy birds
And flocks of sheep and grazing herds.
I hear the songs of larks that fly
Above me in the breezy sky.
I hear the little lambkins bleat;
My honey-scent is rich and sweet.
Beneath the sun I dance and play
In April and in merry May.
The grass is green as green can be;
The children shout at the sight of me.
The Fairy Cowslip
Cecily Mary Barker
"The Song Of The Cowslip Fairy"
A poem by Cecily Mary Barker
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