As still thou art:--though frost or rain may vary

And icicles blockade the rockbird's  aery

Or  sluggish   snow  lie heavy on the plain

Yet thou, sweet child of hoary January

Art here to harbinger the laggard train

Of  veral flower,of duteous missionary

Nor cold can blight ,nor fog thy pureness stain

Beneath the dripping eaves, or on the slope

Of cottage garden, whether marker'd or no

Thy meek head bends in undistinguish'd row

Blessing upon thee, gentle bud of hope

And nature bless the spot where thou dost grow

Young life from thy kindred snow

bu Hartidy coleridge