By Ruth Lawrence

Aurora bids the buds awake,
And sends the winds abroad to play,
To croon the rose a roundelay,
To rouse the cricket in the brake;

To ruffle up the placid lake,
And trick the fields for holiday.
Aurora bids the buds awake
And sends the winds abroad to play.

The willow waves its mantle gray,
The almond boughs ‘neath blossoms quake,
They hail the coming of the day;
With drowsy sweets the lilacs shake;
Aurora bids the buds awake.