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Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Snowed Under

Of a thousand things that the Year snowed under-
   The busy Old Year who has gone away-
How many will rise in the Spring, I wonder,
   Brought to life by the sun of May?
Will the rose-tree branches, so wholly hidden
   That never a rose-tree seems to be,
At the sweet Springs call come forth unbidden,
   And bud in beauty, and bloom for me?

Will the fair green Earth, whose throbbing bosom
   Is hid like a maids in her gown at night,
Wake out of her sleep, and with blade and blossom
   Gem her garments to please my sight?
Over the knoll in the valley yonder
   The loveliest buttercups bloomed and grew;
When the snow has gone that drifted them under,
   Will they shoot up sunward, and bloom anew?

When wild winds blew, and a sleet-storm pelted,
   I lost a jewel of priceless worth;
If I walk that way when snows have melted,
   Will the gem gleam up from the bare brown Earth?
I laid a love that was dead or dying,
   For the year to bury and hide from sight;
But out of a trance will it waken, crying,
   And push to my heart, like a leaf to the light?

Under the snow lie things so cherished-
   Hopes, ambitions, and dreams of men-
Faces that vanished, and trusts that perished,
   Never to sparkle and glow again.
The Old Year greedily grasped his plunder,
   And covered it over and hurried away:
Of the thousand things that he did, I wonder
   How many will rise at the call of May?
O wise Young Year, with your hands held under
   Your mantle of ermine, tell me, pray!

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems:
  1. The Birth of the Opal
  2. At Eleusis
  3. But a Dream
  4. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
  5. The Awakening (I love the tropics, where sun and rain)

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