Snowdrop


With pale face bowed down in modesty,
And slim, slight body shivering in a wind
Still wintry,
She is the first to call the world to spring;
Such a sweet, brave thing,
To grow
Amid the icy drifts of snow,
And still to stay,
The herald of a warmer day.

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