Like pendant flakes of vegetating snow, The early herald of the infant year, Ere yet the adventurous Crocus dares to blow Beneath the orchard boughs, thy buds appear. While still the cold north-east ungenial lowers, And scarce the hazel in the leafless copse Or sallows shew their downy powder'd flowers, The grass is spangled with thy silver drops. Yet, when those pallid blossoms shall give place To countless tribes of richer hue and scent, Summer's gay blooms, and Autumn's yellow race, I shall thy pale inodorous bells lament. So journeying onward in life's varying track, Even while warm youth its bright illusion lends, Fond Memory often with regret looks back To childhood's pleasures, and to infant friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |