THE SNOWDROP, 



L.E.L. 



Thou beautiful new comer, 



With white and maiden brow ; 

 Thou fairy gift from summer, 



Why art thou blooming now ^ 

 This dim and shelter'd alley 



Is dark with Winter green; 

 Not such as in the valley 



At sweet springtime is seen. 



The Limetree's tender yellow. 



The Aspen's silvery sheen, 

 With mingling colours mellow 



The universal green. 

 Now solemn yews are bending 



'Mid gloomy fires around ; 

 And in long dark wreaths descending 



The Ivy sweeps the ground. 



No sweet companion pledges 



Thy health as Dew-drops pass ; 

 No Rose is on the hedges, 



No Violet in the s^rass. 



