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The Snowdrop
The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!
All weak and wan, with head inclined,
Its parent breast the drifted snow;
It trembles while the ruthless wind
Bends its slim form; the tempest lours,
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers
On its cold bed below.
Its parent breast the drifted snow;
It trembles while the ruthless wind
Bends its slim form; the tempest lours,
Its emerald eye drops crystal showers
On its cold bed below.
Poor flower! on thee the sunny beam,
No touch of genial warmth bestows;
Except to thaw the icy stream,
Whose little current purls along
Thy fair and glossy charms among,
And whelms thee as it flows.
No touch of genial warmth bestows;
Except to thaw the icy stream,
Whose little current purls along
Thy fair and glossy charms among,
And whelms thee as it flows.
The night-breeze tears thy silky dress,
Which deck'd, with silvery lustre shone;
The morn returns, not thee to bless,
The gaudy crocus flaunts its pride,
And triumphs where its rival died,
Unshelter'd and unknown!
Which deck'd, with silvery lustre shone;
The morn returns, not thee to bless,
The gaudy crocus flaunts its pride,
And triumphs where its rival died,
Unshelter'd and unknown!
No sunny beam shall gild thy grave,
No bird of pity thee deplore;
There shall no spreading branches wave;
For Spring shall all her gems unfold,
And revel 'mid her buds of gold,
When thou art seen no more!
Where'er I find thee, gentle flower,
Thou still art sweet and dear to me;
For I have known the cheerless hour,
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale,
Have felt the chilling wintry gale,
And wept and shrunk like thee!
Thou still art sweet and dear to me;
For I have known the cheerless hour,
Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale,
Have felt the chilling wintry gale,
And wept and shrunk like thee!
Mary Darby Robinson, 1758 - 1800
Our World Tuesday - Image-in-Ing - Through my Lens No. 278 - Awww Monday - Floral Friday
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I love the light in the first photo - the flowers glimmer!
AntwortenLöschenThanks for sharing at https://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2021/02/cedar-creek-galleries-not-your-average.html
Wow - spring beauty!
AntwortenLöschenAll so beautiful. We have blossoms on some of our trees and it's most delightful to see. It's also going to warm up this week.
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Have a fabulous Awww Monday and week. ♥
wunderschön und erhellend, deine bilder zu sehen. die sonne, die eindrucksvollen farben und die prächtigen blüten scheinen vorreiter einer besseren, schöneren zeit. alles gute, isabella und lieb grüsst dich renée
AntwortenLöschenEs sieht aus wie Fruehling. Hier ist es noch Winter, mit Schnee, und kalt aber es gefaellt uns.
AntwortenLöschenThose precious blossoms just radiate spring!
AntwortenLöschenFor me spring will come but winter is still here!
AntwortenLöschenWe LOVE your spring shots! They give us hope that the ton of snow we have will eventually disappear and the flowers will appear! Thank You! We can smell them now! Awesome, have a marvellously happy day.
AntwortenLöschenBeautiful photography
AntwortenLöschenThe spring outbreak with lovely blooms is phenomenal . It would be my pleasure if you join my link up party related to Gardening here at http://jaipurgardening.blogspot.com/2021/02/garden-affair-fungicide-on-plants.html
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