Little ladies, white and green,
With your spears about you,
Will you tell us where you've been
Since we lived without you?
You are sweet, and fresh, and clean,
With your pearly faces;
In the dark earth where you've been
There are wondrous places:
Yet you come again, serene,
When the leaves are hidden;
Bringing joy from where you've been
You return unbidden —
Little ladies, white and green,
Are you glad to cheer us?
Hunger not for where you've been,
Stay till Spring be near us!