Throughout this living arcade of spruces and pines,
Cool as it fades for time won't wait,
But those sudden desperate snows,
Blind this land for no one wants to know,
This season which hides the luscious earth below,
That only the suns mild flare would dare behold,
Too not share our wanting cares; we'll leave this land of Rolley Park alone,
For Februaries coffin that is the ground,
So frozen it moved plant roots of life below around,
Above already pale green with life and so sudden is this day,
Their buds so flimsy in their protective sheaths they'll never miss,
Which burst through for the snowdrops love,
To feel essential warmth of the sunlights kiss.
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