THE SONG OF THE SLOE FAIRY
When Blackthorn blossoms leap to sight;
They deck the hedge with starry light,
In early Spring
When rough winds blow,
A purple sloe.!
And now is Autumn here, and lo,
The Blackthorn bears the purple sloe!
But ah, how much
Too sharp these plums,
Until the touch
Of Winter comes!
(The sloe is a wild plum. One bite will set your teeth on edge
until it has been mellowed by frost; but it is not poisonous.)