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Christina Georgina Rossetti

I Dug and Dug amongst the Snow

I dug and dug amongst the snow,

And thought the flowers would never grow;

I dug and dug amongst the sand,

And still no green thing came to hand.

Melt, O snow! the warm winds blow

To thaw the flowers and melt the snow;

But all the winds from every land

Will rear no blossom from the sand.