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Edith Nesbit - To A Tulip-Bulb
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SLEEP first, 
    And let the storm and winter do their worst; 
    Let all the garden lie 
    Bare to the angry sky, 
    The shed leaves shiver and die 
        Above your bed; 
    Let the white coverlet 
    Of sunlit snow be set 
        Over your sleeping head, 
    While in the earth you sleep 
    Where dreams are dear and deep, 
    And heed nor wind nor snow, 
    Nor how the dark moons go. 
In this sad upper world where Winter`s hand 
Has bound with chains of ice the weary land. 


        Then wake 
To see the whole world lovely for Spring`s sake; 
    The garden fresh and fair 
    With green things everywhere, 
    And winter`s want and care 
        Banished and fled; 
    Primrose and violet 
    In every border set, 
        With rain and sunshine fed. 
    Then bless the fairy song 
    That cradled you so long, 
    And bless the fairy kiss 
    That wakened you to this-- 
A world where Winter`s dead and Spring doth reign 
And lovers whisper in the budding lane.
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