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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!