Samuil Marshak

• A lily of the valley, by Lyudmila Purgina
  A forest goes black when touched by warmth, / Moistered by the wet of spring. / As pearles on threads are shivering a lot — / The drops of water...
• Lily of the Valley, by Archie Johnstone
  Stirred by the first faint ice-free pulse, / The forest, grumbling, clings to winter's sleep / But spring's own pearls, strung onto threads of gre...