Baby's Age

She came with April blooms and showers;

We count her little life by flowers.

As buds the rose upon her cheek,

We choose a flower for every week.

A week of hyacinths, we say,

And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;

And then because two wishes met

Upon the rose and violet —

I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun —

The violet and the rose count one.

A week the apple marked with white;

A week the lily scored in light;

Red poppies closed May's happy moon,

And tulips this blue week in June.

Here end as yet the flowery links;

To-day begins the week of pinks;

But soon — so grave, and deep, and wise

The meaning grows in Baby's eyes,

So VERY deep for Baby's age —

We think to date a week with sage!