Poetry Lounge

Let your imagination dream with the beauty of the Earth breathing the breeze coming of spring. Let your soul fly in search of peace. Let love in your heart. Let the hope to be your star. Let peace invades your life.

"The Snowdrop"

"The Snowdrop"

The snowdrop, Winter's timid child,
Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears;
And flings around its fragrance mild,
And where no rival flow'rets bloom,
Amid the bare and chilling gloom,
A beauteous gem appears!

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by Mary Darby Robinson