WAN Heralds of the sun and summer gale! <br />That seem just fallen from infant Zephyrs' wing; <br />Not now, as once, with heart revived I hail <br />Your modest buds, that for the brow of Spring <br />Form the first simple garland--Now no more <br />Escaping for a moment all my cares, <br />Shall I, with pensive, silent, step explore <br />The woods yet leafless; where to chilling airs <br />Your green and pencil'd blossoms, trembling, wave. <br />Ah! ye soft, transient, children of the ground, <br />More fair was she on whose untimely grave <br />Flow my unceasing tears! Their varied round <br />The Seasons go; while I through all repine: <br />For fix'd regret, and hopeless grief are mine.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxviii-snowdrops/
