To a Snowdrop
By William Wordsworth
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
As we all face the events brought about by the Coronavirus, it is easy to become consumed by negativity of what has already happened and what is yet to come. But if we take a moment to look around, more now than ever, as streets are deserted and life becomes quieter, we see that nature is showing us there is still hope around us. Snowdrops have all but gone, being replaced in abundance with bright patches of intense colour as the jonquils, crocuses and tulips burst through the earth, and wild flowers cling to walls in the same spot they did last year and the year before that.
Wordsworth’s ‘To a Snowdrop’ is a poem as much for this time as it was for his.