But quite enough to prove the world awake,
Cheerful and hopeful in the frosty dew,
And for the pale sun’s sake.
(She hands a few of her snowdrops to January, who retires into the background. While February stands arranging the remaining snowdrops in a glass of water on the window-sill, a soft butting and bleating are heard outside. She opens the door, and sees one foremost lamb, with other sheep and lambs bleating and crowding towards her.)
February.
O you, you little wonder, come—come in,
You wonderful, you woolly, soft, white lamb:
You panting mother ewe, come too,
And lead that tottering twin
Safe in: