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Poems of Cheer/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 Spring's call come forth unbidden,
   And bud in beauty, and bloom for me?

Will the fair green Earth, whose throbbing bosom
   Is hid like a maid's 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!

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1924.

The author died in 1919, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 99 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.