A cold wind stirs the blackthorn <br />To burgeon and to blow, <br />Besprinkling half-green hedges <br />With flakes and sprays of snow. <br /> <br /> <br />Through coldness and through keenness, <br />Dear hearts, take comfort so: <br />Somewhere or other doubtless <br />These make the blackthorn blow.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endure-hardness/
