Ode To Springtime
Not one am I to wish this pleasing life away,
Or seek the seasons drift in haste,
But as I view this dank and drizzled place.
I pine for darling buds of May.
But soon no more do I dream a brighter day,
As I idle through this Winter scene,
For there I see a snowdrops silken face,
And long no more this seasons stray.