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 –