54 
SNOW-DROP. 
On thy state 
Whirlwinds wait; 
And blood-shot meteors lend thee light, 
Hence to dreary arctic regions, 
Summon thy terrific legions; 
Hence to caves of northern night 
Speed thy flight. 
From halcyon seas 
And purer skies, 
O southern breeze! 
Awake, arise: 
Breath of heaven! benignly blow, 
Melt the snow; 
Breath of heaven! unchain the floods, 
Warm the woods, 
And make the mountains flow. 
Auspicious to the Muse’s prayer, 
The freshening gale 
Embalms the vale, 
And breathes enchantment through the air: 
On its wing 
Floats the spring 
With glowing eye, and golden hair: 
Dark before her an gel-form, 
She drives the Demon of the storm, 
Like Gladness chasing Care. 
Winter’s gloomy night withdrawn, 
Lo! the young romantic Hours 
