Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SNOWDROP, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fear no more, thou timid flower Last Line: A snow-drop mid the snow. Variant Title(s): The Apotheosis, Or The Snow-drop Subject(s): Consolation; Snowdrops (plants) | ||||||||
Fear no more, thou timid Flower! Fear thou no more the winter's might. The whelming thaw, the ponderous shower, The silence of the freezing night! Since Laura murmur'd o'er thy leaves The potent sorceries of song, To thee, meek Flowret! gentler gales And cloudless skies belong. On thee with feelings unreprov'd Her eye with tearful meanings fraught, She gaz'd till all the body mov'd Interpreting the Spirit's thought -- Now trembled with thy trembling stem, And while thou droopedst o'er thy bed, With imitative sympathy Inclin'd the drooping head. She droop'd her head, she stretch'd her arm, She whisper'd low her witching rhymes, Fame unrebellious heard the charm, And bore thee to Pierian climes! Fear thou no more the Matin Frost That sparkled on thy bed of snow: For there, mid laurels ever green, Immortal thou shalt blow. Thy petals boast a white more soft, The spell hath so perfumed thee, That careless Love shall deem thee oft A blossom from his Myrtle tree. Then, laughing at the fair deceit, Shall race with some Etesian wind To seek the woven arboret Where Laura lies reclin'd. For them, whom Love and Fancy grace, When human eyes are clos'd in sleep, Them off the gentle spirits of the place Waft up that strange unpathway'd steep; On whose vast summit smooth and broad, Her nest the Phoenix Bird conceals, And where by cypresses o'erhung The heavenly Lethe steals. A sea-like sound the branches breathe, Stirr'd by the Breeze that loiters there; And all, who stretch their limbs beneath, Forget the coil of mortal care. Such mists along the margins rise, As heal the guests who thither come, And fit the soul to re-endure Its earthly martyrdom. The marge, how dear to moonlight elves! There Zephyr-trembling lilies blow, And bend to kiss their softer selves That tremble in the stream below: -- There nightly borne does Laura lie A magic Slumber heaves her breast: Her arm, white wanderer of the Harp, Beneath her cheek is prest. The Harp uphung by golden chains Of that low wind which whispers round, With coy reproachfulness complains, In snatches of reluctant sound: The music hovers half-perceiv'd, And only moulds the slumberer's dreams; Remember'd Loves light up her cheek With Youth's returning gleams. The Loves trip round her all the night; And Pity hates the morning's birth, That rudely warns the ling'ring Sprite Whose plumes must waft her back to earth! Meek Pity, that foreruns relief, Yet still assumes the hues of woe; Pale promiser of rosy Spring, A snow-drop mid the snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON THE SNOWDROP by JANET HAMILTON THE SNOW-DROP by MARY DARBY ROBINSON TO THE SNOW-DROP by CHARLOTTE SMITH SNOWDROP by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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