Spring Patchwork

If I could patch a coverlet From pieces of the Spring, What dreams a happy child would have Beneath so fair a thing!

A center of the dear blue sky, A bordering of green, With patches of the yellow sun All chequered in between.

Bright ribbons of the silky grass Laced prettily across, With satin of new little leaves, And velvet of the moss.

In every corner, violets, Half-hidden from the view, With many-flowered squares betwixt, Of pinky tints and blue;

Of flossy silk and gossamer, Of tissue and brocade; A warp of rosy morning mist, A woof of purple shade.

Embroideries of little vines, And spider-webs of lace, With tassels of the alder tied At each convenient place.

With gold-thread I would sew the seams, And needles of the pine, Oh, never child in all the world Would have a quilt like mine!