Here you will find the Poem Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796 of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month Hath borrowed Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee With blue voluptuous eye) alas poor flower! These are but flatteries of the faithless year. Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave, E'en now the keen north-east is on its way. Flower that must perish! shall I liken thee To some sweet girl of too, too rapid growth, Nipped by consumption mid untimely charms? Or to Bristowa's bard, the wond'rous boy! As amaranth, which earth scarce seemed to own, Till disappointment come, and pelting wrong Beat it to earth? or with indignant grief Shall I compare thee to poor Poland's hope, Bright flower of hope killed in the opening bud? Farewell, sweet blossom! better fate be thine And mock my boding! Dim similitudes Weaving in moral strains, I've stolen one hour From anxious self, life's cruel taskmaster! And the warm wooings of this sunny day Tremble along my frame, and harmonize The attempered organ, that even saddest thoughts Mix with some sweet sensations, like harsh tunes Played deftly on a soft-toned instrument.