Blackthorn Lyrics

And this poem is called the Blackthorn Fairy
By Cicely Mary Barker

The wind is cold, the Spring seems long a-waking;
The woods are brown and bare;
Yet this is March: soon April will be making
All things most sweet and fair

See, even now, in hedge and thicket tangled
One brave and cheering sight:
The leafless branches of the Blackthorn
Spangled with starry blossoms white!