Rose, reddened, and its seething breast
Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
—Browning.
Oh, such a commotion under the ground
When March called, “Ho, there! ho!”
Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,
Such whispering to and fro.
And “Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked;
“’Tis time to start, you know.”