All the woodland path is broken
By warm tints along the way,
And the low and sunny slope
Is alive with sudden hope,
When there comes the silent token
of an April day, -- Blue hepatica!
O the earth’s unconscious bosom
Such rare color never knew!
All unknown to shy delay,
All unheeded by the May,
Starts to life the varying blossom,
Fed by sun and dew, -- Faint hepatica!
Come! for long has been our waiting,
Wayward impulse of the Spring, --
Longings by the March wind stirred
Have been lost through hope deferred;
You, from utter darkness breaking
Newer light may bring, Fair hepatica!
Clear the brook beside you singing--
Do you hear it and obey?
Does it bid you now lift up
The blue light within your cup,
All your earth-born perfume bringing
To the open day, --Sweet hepatica?