Little Celandine Charles Gounod

Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there’s a sun that sets
Primroses will have their glory;
Long as there are violets
They will have a place in story:
There’s a flower that shall be mine
‘Tis the little Celandine

Ere a leaf is on a bush
In the time before the thrush
Has a thought about her nest
Thou wilt come with half a call
Spreading out thy glossy breast
Likе a careless Prodigal;
Telling talеs about the sun
When we’ve little warmth, or none

Ill befall the yellow flowers
Children of the flaring hours!
Buttercups, that will be seen
Whether we will see or no;
Others, too, of lofty mien;
They have done as worldlings do
Taken praise that should be thine
Little, humble Celandine!