Incipit
March Let other bards with nobler talents sing The beauties of the mild, maturer spring. My rustic Muse on bleaker times must dwell, When Earth, but new-escap’d from winter’s spell, Uncloth’d, unshelter’d, unadorn’d, is seen; Stript of white robes, nor yet array’d in green. Hard blows the breeze, but with a warmer force. The melting ground, the brimming watercourse, The wak’ning air, the birds’ returning flight, The long sunshine, and the shorter night, Arcturus’ beams, and Corvus’ glitt’ring rays, Diffuse a promise of the genial days. Yon muddy remnant of the winter snow Shrinks …
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