Portrait of Henry Timrod

Henry Timrod

Dec 8, 1828 - Oct 6, 1867

 

Baby's Age

by Henry Timrod

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!

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1860
Ticknor And Fields, Boston
 
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