Cicely Mary Barker's Rose-Bay Willow-Herb Fairy

On a breeze my fluff is blown;
So my airy seeds are sown.

Where the earth is burnt and sad,
I will come and make it glad.

All forlorn and ruined in places,
All neglected empty spaces,

I can cover only think!
With a mass of rosy pink.

Burst then, seed-pods; breezes, blow!
Far and wide my seeds shall go!