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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