Lone flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they,
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
What beautiful sight, these little snowdrops! It does seem as if they're a humble little bloom, "as if fearful to offend". They're definitely a welcomed guest in my book!
@busylady Thanks Judith - he did like a flower, Wordsworth! I loved this dainty poem when I found it. @milaniet Thanks so much Milanie - I hadn't even viewed it on black myself! ;-) @lyndemc I loved the image of the snowdrop's forehead dropping 'as if fearful to offend' too, but also the line 'chaste snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring'.
