The Snowdrop : Anna Laetitia Barbauld

The Snowdrop  

Already now the snowdrop dares appear,
The first pale blossom of th’unripen’d year;
As Flora’s breath, by some transforming power,
Had chang’d an icicle into a flower,
Its name and hue the scentless plant retains,
And winter lingers in its icy veins.

~ Anna Laetitia Barbauld

Excerpt From: "Poetry Rebellion: Poems and prose to rewild the spirit" by Paul Evans. Scribd.