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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 125 
THE SNOWDROP. 
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a \ ONE flower, hemm’d 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 ! 
WORDSWORTH. 







