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THE PROGRESS OF SPRING
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III.Once more a downy drift against the brakes, Self-darken'd in the sky, descending slow!But gladly see I thro' the wavering flakes Yon blanching apricot like snow in snow.These will thine eyes not brook in forest-paths, On their perpetual pine, nor round the beech;They fuse themselves to little spicy baths, Solved in the tender blushes of the peach;They lose themselves and die On that new life that gems the hawthorn line;Thy gay lent-lilies wave and put them by, And out once more in varnish'd glory shine Thy stars of celandine.
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