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Now April with sweet showers of freshening rain / Has roused last summer's vigorous breath once more; / 'Tis in the air, the house, the street, the lane -- / Puffs through the walls and oozes through the floor.
The rau-cous-throated frog ayont the sty / Sends forth, as erst, his amerous vermal croak, / Each hungry mooly casts her swivel eye / For pots and pails in which her nose to poke.