Out of the frozen earth below,
Out of the melting of the snow,
No flower, but a film, I push to light;
No stem, no bud-yet I have burst
The bars of winter, I am the first
O Sun, to greet thee out of the night!
Deep in the warm sleep underground
Life is still, and the peace profound:
Yet a beam that pierced, and a thrill that smote
Call'd me and drew me from far away;
I rose, I came, to the open day
I have won, unshelter'd, alone, remote.