Have you heard the Snowdrops ringing <br />Their bells to themselves? <br />Smaller and whiter than the singing <br />Of any fairy elves <br />Who follow Mab their Queen <br />When she is winging <br />On a moth across the night <br />And calls them all <br />With a far-twinkling call <br />Like the tiniest ray of tiniest starlight <br />That ever was seen? <br /> <br /> <br />Far and near, high and low, <br />Don't you hear the little bells go? <br />Not in the big winds that blow <br />The roaring beeches to and fro, <br />Not in the lower rivers <br />Of the breeze <br />Below the trees, <br />When the stiff bracken shines, <br />And the thin bent quivers, <br />And the limp green waves to and fro, <br />You shall hear the little bells go, <br /> <br /> <br />But in the jets and rivulets <br />That sputter from the melting snows <br />When against the mighty bole <br />Of a beech they dash and swirl <br />And twist and twirl, <br />The licking leaves throw <br />A thousand airy drops invisible <br />Down the strong perpendicular <br />To where the snowdrops are; <br />Tiny drops that fall and meet, <br />And swift and sweet <br />Run dim viewless course of fitful force, <br />Like an airy waterfall <br />You shall hear the little bells go <br />All the tiny snowbells swinging, <br />Tiny chauntlets high and low.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowdrops-11/
