Poems (Spofford)/Under the Snow-Drifts
UNDER THE SNOW-DRIFTS.
Under the snow-drifts the blossoms are sleeping,
Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June;
Down in the hush of their quiet they 're keeping
Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June;
Down in the hush of their quiet they 're keeping
Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
Under the snow-drifts what blossoms are sleeping,
Never to waken with sunshine or June!
Do they dream dreams of the eyes that are weeping,
Under the snow-drifts, by midnight and noon?
Never to waken with sunshine or June!
Do they dream dreams of the eyes that are weeping,
Under the snow-drifts, by midnight and noon?