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Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings, / Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing -- / 'Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily? / Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun.'
Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings, / Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing -- / 'Ah that sweet March month, when we and our mates were courting merrily; / Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done.'
Eversley, 1848.