HYACINTHS dormant in their peaty bed;
For months no change, no progress to be seen;
And then these small excrescences of green,
Which wax so slowly and so slowly spread
Upward and outward round the tiny head
That is to be,-ah no! that might have been,
Impatience sighs,-a flower of snow-white sheen,
Of fairy yellow, or of magic red.
Yet slowness is not failure, and success
Oft gains an added sweetness from delay.
That which it needs small effort to possess
May in as brief a moment pass away.
Meanwhile be patient, and with thankfulness
Regard this green that brightens winter’s grey.
(Robert Henry Forster)
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