Dialogue To A Snowdrop Poem by Bridget Dunne

Dialogue To A Snowdrop



Dear little flower the earliest,
Of all the flower's that are
Peeping above the bare brown earth,
And on the cloud a star.
How can one fail to love thee
And praise thee more and more,
You are the first small
That Wintertide is o'er.

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