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Sonnet.
These rugged wintry days I scarce could bear, / Did I not know that in the early spring, / When wild March winds upon their errands sing, / Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still air, / Like those same winds, when, startled from their lair, / They hunt up violets and free swift brooks
From icy cares, even as thy clear looks
Bid my heart bloom and sing and break all care:
When drops with welcome rain the April day, / My flowers shall find their April in thine eyes; / But there the rain in dreamy clouds doth stay, / As loath to fall out of those happy skies; / And sure, my love, thou art most like to May, / That comes, with steady sun, when April dies.