A group of children singing on the steps of a church. The three children in the front are holding songbooks. The children in the back are holding flowers above their heads. Full-page frontispiece contained within a single-ruled rectangular border.

The poem’s illustrated title is in a rectangle with shading that is darkest in the top-left corner. There are various flowers around and behind the rectangle. 1/3 page.

Early April

Facsimile of Roden Noel’s signature. 1/64 page.

Is it sweet to look into one another’s faces Over where the clear laughing water races, Where the herbs are all like delicate laces ? Are ye in love with one another’s faces ? Flowers of the wildwood, tell me ! Virginal purity of pale primroses ! Petal on petal of a sister reposes, And the shadow of either on either dozes ; Wildwood flowers, we hail you ! Many daintily formed green leaves have met, Strawberry leaf and violet, ’Tis a little too cold for the nightingale yet ; Philomel, he’ll not fail you ! Fairy windflower, wood anemones, Delicate company under the trees, Snowflake ruffled by a merryfoot breeze, Frolicsome singing aërial glees, Frail white stars of the wildwood ! Every frail face looking a different way, O’er you arriveth a silver ray ; Bronze boughs embroider a pearly gray, Luminous air in the wildwood. O white windflower with the purple dyes, Your candour of innocence meets mine eyes, And bids the bowed heart in me arise ; You are kin to the little ones, humble and wise, Young, newly-born in the wildwood ! The joy of our Earth-mother thrills through the groves ; A long cooing sound of woodland doves ! Feathered folk serenade the fair nest-lying loves, Call young flowers in the wildwood. We are glad you are here again lovely and gay, Dull was the winter when you were away ; We never have had any heart to play, While you were afar from the wildwood ; And now we are off to the woodland ! Come along, little children ! blithe birds are singing, Budding leaves with a magical melody ringing, Flowers faint censers of odour swinging ; Come along, little loves, to the wildwood ! We may find fairy forms in the woodland ! All the boughs are alive with a luminous green, Leaflets uncurl fairy frills to the sheen, Wings dip and dart over the woodland scene ; We listen and lighten, we know what they mean ; Spring has arrived in the wildwood ! Sing heigh ! sing ho ! for the woodland !

Daffodils drawn along the bottom edge of the letterpress. 1/8 page.

A figure standing on a bridge over a body of water. The figure is holding an umbrella. There are various plants around the water, as well as large trees in the background. Full-page illustration.