Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

To the Snowdrop

Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.

While still the cold north-east ungenial lours,
And scarce the hazel in the leafless copse,
Or sallows shew their downy powder'd flowers,
The grass is spangled with thy silver drops.

Yet when those pallid blossoms shall give place
To countless tribes, of richer hue and scent,
Summer's gay blooms, and autumn's yellow race,
I shall thy pale inodorous bells lament.

So journeying onward in life's varying track,
Ev'n while warm youth its bright illusion lends,
Fond memory often with regret looks back
To childhood's pleasures, and to infant friends. 

1. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
2. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
3. Sonnet 43. The Unhappy Exile
4. Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)
5. Sonnet 66. The Night-Flood Rakes

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