On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February 1796
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem
Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort
This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month
Hath borrow'd Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee
With blue voluptuous eye) alas, poor Flower!
These are but flatteries of the faithless year.
Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave,
Even now the keen North-East is on its way.
Source Book
The Golden Book Of Coleridge
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Copyright 1914
Published by London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd.
New York: E. P. Dutton & Co.
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