Lone flower, hemmed 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 its frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
William Wordsworth, 1819.
The Little Room of Rachell 
I love how snowdrops just spread. Lovely early Spring pictures.
Thanks Cathy, from Waterperry Gardens today.
Chaste snowdrop ! I miss snowdrops :(
Do you get daffodils there?
Do we get what ?
Obviously not then!
I knew of course that Wordsworth wrote about daffodils, but didn’t know that he had written about snowdrops too! xx
I hadn’t come across Wordsworth and snowdrops either! It’s beautiful,and such lovely pictures :) I love the onset of Spring
Lovely pictures of spring, I can’t wait thank you!
What a lovely poem and photosxx
Hi Rachell.. you got some great shots of the Snowdrops and what fun it was to read that poem! Enjoy your daffodils to come. ((hugs)), Teresa :-)
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