Blue Eyed Mary
When winter's chill has scarce left earth And April winds blow "Hey down derry !" Comes gaily dancing down my hill Sweet, laughing, Blue-eyed-mary.
She wears a dress of bronzy green Draped round her light and airy; She lifts the loveliest face I've seen Brave, tender, Blue-eyed-mary.
Her eyes shine like the azure sky, Her step light as a fairy; Her face, no crystal drift so white, Dear, steadfast, Blue-eyed-mary.
My hat is off to Bouncing Bet, Gill-over-the-ground runs quite contrary, Black-eyed-Susan is my pet; But I'm in love with Blue-eyed-mary.
~Gene Stratton Porter
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