On the 10th of December, a year later, she expressed the same thought in the following lines: Rough winter blew thy welcome; cold on thee Looked the cold earth, my snowdrop frail and fair.
"Lady-John-Russell"
MacCarthy, Desmond
She sat down upon a piece of rock to rest, and noticed the sunbeam pointing straight at a little woe-begone snowdrop sticking up out of the snow before her.
"The Rainbow Book Tales of Fun & Fancy"
Mabel Henriette Spielmann
Her little oval face was white as a snowdrop.
"A Book of Myths"
Jean Lang