Poems (Spofford)/Under the Snow-Drifts

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UNDER THE SNOW-DRIFTS.
Under the snow-drifts the blossoms are sleeping,
 Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June;
Down in the hush of their quiet they 're keeping
 Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.

Under the snow-drifts what blossoms are sleeping,
 Never to waken with sunshine or June!
Do they dream dreams of the eyes that are weeping,
 Under the snow-drifts, by midnight and noon?

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