Classic Poem

I sought the flowers, but o'er them lay
Piled deep the frozen snow;
They felt not there the warm sun's ray,
Nor heard the soft winds blow.

Again I came; the snow-bank then
Had melted from the earth;
But vainly still I sought the glen,
To hail the flower's new birth.

With faithless heart did I repeat
My visit to their bowers;
When lo! in beauty at my feet,
Bloomed bright Spring's earliest flowers!