To melt away the snow. See, how it falls That not a breath may ruffle the young flowers, TO A NARCISSUS IN JANUARY. : How beautiful art thou, my winter Flower! The hyacinth and violet entwined Have scarce so sweet an odour. Thanks, my Flower, My gentle, kind companion-for to me Thy silence is most eloquent:- I love Thy quiet steadfast gaze, as, o'er my desk, The long day through thou hast seemed watching me; And ever and anon, in glancing up, I still have met thy calm unchanging look, Reminding me, in silence, of the friend Whose gift thou wert to me. Yet thou wert then A mere unsightly root. Oh! how I watched, With almost childish eagerness, thy growth, And tended thee with more than common care. |