Poetry Performed Episode 020 - On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm by William Wordsworth

Episode 020 - On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm by William Wordsworth
Sometimes when we’re in a winter in our lives, we can feel like a snowflake, delicate, beautiful, but being buffeted about in a storm. William Wordsworth explores this theme in his “On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm”, this weeks poem.

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On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm by William Wordsworth

When haughty expectations prostrate lie,

And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,

Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring

Mature release, in fair society

Survive, and Fortune’s utmost anger try;

Like these frail snow-drops that together cling,

And nod their helmets smitten by the wing

Of many a furious whirlblast sweeping by.

Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great

May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to stand

The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate;

And so the bright immortal Theban band,

Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove’s command,

Might overwhelm, but could not separate!

That was On Seeing a Tuft of Snowdrops in a Storm by William Wordsworth. William Wordsworth is widely recognized as, along with Samuel Coleridge, to be the father of the romantic age of literature. Born in 1770, he died in 1850.

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