In this white world of wonder
All wrapt in silence deep,
Shut in her palace under
The snow she lies asleep;
And she shall only waken
When lyrics sweet and clear
Out of the trees are shaken,
And April's here.

Glimpses of grass and gleams of
The golden sunlight bring
Visions of joy and dreams of
The miracle of Spring:
She sees the shining faces
Of buds and leaves appear,
Lighting the shadowed spaces
With April's here!

Then, O the nameless rapture
Of that warm touch at last,
When April comes to capture
And hold her fragrance fast!
The dream of winter broken,
Behold her, blue and dear,
Shy Violet, sure token
That April's here!