The wild green of the mercury, holding its strong shield to the sun, the violets, and the virgin white of the anemones were drowned in the uneven waves and billows and shallows of that sea of primroses.

They who come in meekness year by year to roadside hedgerow and homely meadow had come in power.

The meek had inherited the earth.
The light wind impotently came, and vainly went.

Overhead a lark sang and sang in the blue.

But none heeded them.