This section is from the book "The Gardener's Monthly And Horticulturist V23", by Thomas Meehan. See also: Four-Season Harvest: Organic Vegetables from Your Home Garden All Year Long.
After the snows their fleecy covers
Lift from the ground, Thy prostrate stems the year discovers
When buds abound.
With lips grown warm at their own pressure,
Fair April hies To leave first kisses on my treasure,
His boyish prize;
As waiting lips are forced asunder
In loving much, Thy petals open with glad wonder
At April's touch.
Where, in thine own New England twining,
O! flower of mine, I hold thy clusters fast, consigning
My face to thine.
Past Aprils come in cruel fashion
Through empty years,
Thy scented blossom breathes a passion
That brings the tears. - A. R. Grotet in the Globe.