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 Tiimetree’s tender yellow, 
Tlie Aspen’s silvery sheen, 
With mingling colours mellow 
The universal green. 
Now solemn yens are bending 
’Mid gloomy lires around ; 
And in long dark wreaths descend 
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 grass. 
