Snowdrop

Somewhere, at the brink of my mind’s eye

Reasons for the snowdrop softly lie

Waiting, wilting, sure that I will see

That your drooping purity’s for me

Ah, little snowdrop, do not weep

The weight of beauty causing head to bow

Amid the cold, the hard, the rigid earth

You glow eternal in the frigid now

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