New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-03-26
From The London Atheneum.
THE sNOwDROP IN TIE SNOW.
RY sYpNEY vENpya

ny sYDNEy VBFDys
o fun of faith! The earth is rook-the heaven
The dome OF q great palace all ice,
Russ.bailt. Dull light distis through frozen sS~s
Thickened and gross. Cold fancy drooPs ner "lne'
And cannot range. 10 winding sheets oil snow
Lies every thought Of any pleasant thing,
l have forgotten the green earth nay SOUL
Defowered and lost TO every Summer hope
Bad stitch an iceberg At the poles
Nv heart assumes the landscape OF mine eyes
Noyeless and white, chill blanched win hcsfoas
rime
The sun himself is heavy and lacks cheer
Or on the eastern bill or western slope
The world without seems far and long ago, -
10 silent woods stark fanishod WINDS nave CIV
The last lean rObn-gboerinS WHO'S VI &c"
Thou only darest to believe IN SPIi11s'
Thou only smllest, lady OF zoe ell9e
r., a. tba stars come up out oil the be~
IT, 49, - ' FIN the earth. Howis It down
T. r. 5arL dantbs7 Should delve there, no"ef'
For beauty Shall hnd the oom
A., ,nsniiold as in an ark OF peAVe -,
80 s H. a lone white dove art thou gent forth
s nna Winter deluge2 1t shall cease,
pp .r LOT for rhee-pierced by the ruthless north
a. snept with the evangel In what hour
Tbs aood rbates thou wilt have closed thy wings
For ever When the happy living things
or the old world come forth upon the new
know my heart shall miss thee; and toe dew
OF Summer twilights shall shed tears for me-
Tears liker thee, alb, purest than mine own
Upon thy vestsl grave, o vainly far
Thou shoulfst have noble destiny, who, like
A prophet, art shut out from kind and kin:
Who on the winter silence contest in
A still small voice. Pale hermit OF the Year,
Flower of the wilderness oh, not for thee
The jocund playmates OF the maiden spring.
For when she danceth forth with cymballed feet
Waking a-sudden with great welcoming,
Each calling each, they burst from bill TO dell
In answering music. But thou art bell,
A passing bell, snow mufiled, dim and sweet.
As il the poet to bis fellow-man,
So mid thy drifting SHOWS y snowdrop thou.
Gifted in sOoth, beyond them, bat no less
A snowdrop. And thou shalt complete bis lot,
And bloom as fair as when they are not.
Thou art the wonder OF the seasons, u
First born of Beauty. A the angel near
Gazed on that first Of living things which, when
The blast that ruled since Chaos o er the sere
Leaves Of primeval palms did sweep the plain,
Chung to the newmade sOd and would not drive,
30 gaze / upon thee amid the reign
OF winter And because thou iivest, live
And art thou happy in thy loneliness
Oh, oouldst thou hear the shouting ofthe foods,
Oh, oouldst thou hear the stir among the trees,
When as the herald voice Of breeze on breeze
ProclAms the marriage pageant Of the Spring
Advancing from the South-each hurries on
Bis wedding garment, and the love-chimes ring
Through Duptual valleys! No, serene and lone,
will not flush thy cheek with joys like these.
TO bang the head and pray Thou doest well.
i will not tell thee of the bridal train
No; let thy moonlight die before their day
A nun among the maidens thou and they
Zach has some fond sweet Office that doth strike
One of our trembling heartstriDgs musical.
IL not the hawthorn for the Queen Of May
And cuckoo flowers for whom the cuchoo's voice
balls, Ike an answering sister, to the woods
Is not the maiden blusbing in the rose
Shall not the babe and buttercup rejoice,
Twins in one meadow? Are not viOlets all
By name or nature for the breast of Danes
For them the primrose, pale az star of prime
For them the wind flower, trembling to sigh;
For them the dew stands in the eyes OF day
That blink in April on the daisied Leaf
Like them they flourish and like them they fade,
And live beloved and loving But for thee
For such bevy, how art thou arrsyed,
Flower of the Tempestsl What hast thou with
theml
Thou shalt be pearl unto diadem
Which the Heavens jewel They shall deck the
brows
or Joy, and wither there. But thou shalt be
martyrs garland. Thou who, undismayed,
NO thy spring dreams art true amid the SHOWS,
As he to better dreams amid the flames.