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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Comments1Just read "Before you thought of spring". Beautiful imagery and profound sentiments. I especially loved the display of the joy inherent in solitude. Inspirational and deeply touching. Really makes one appreciate the enchanting gifts of nature.