#1454

[T]he season of snow is past;
      The mild south wind is on high;
      And the scent of the spring is cast
      From his wing as he hurries by...
The little birds twitter and cheep
      To their loves on the leafless larch:
      But seven foot deep the snow-wreaths sleep,
      And the year hath not worn to March.
~John Addington Symonds, "In February," 1880