POETRY
... POETRY'. THE SNOWDROPS. Without the dry trees groan and shiver, The curtained sun in his cloud doth sleep, And through the chamber easement ever Murmuts the roll of the distant deep. By the maiden's sidle onl the couch were lying, Blending their delicate green and white suf Children of winter. half closed and dying. thf Flowers that are born ere spring is in sight. or Slowly she spake in a ...