Jo a Snowdrop. 
ONE flower, hemmed in with snows, and white as they 
<P 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, way-lay 
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 odour lavishing 
On the soft west wind and his frolic peers; 
Not will I then thy modest grace forget, 
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, 
And pensive monitor of fleeting years. 
Wordsworth. 
