Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see - God bless his suddenness - A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown - With specimens of Song As if for you to choose - Discretion in the interval With gay delays he goes To some superior Tree Without a single Leaf And shouts for joy to Nobody But his seraphic self -
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