. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . And unstained as the sun. Nature. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. SPRING A few lonely those that in this northern clime remainThroughout the year, and in the dawn of spring,At pleasant noon, from their unknown retreatCome suddenly to view with lively notes ;Or those that soonest to this clime returnFrom warmer regions, in thick groves were with their feathers ruffled, and despoiledOf all their glossy lustre, sitting only skipping, with a single quest of food. The Age of Benevolence. — Carlos Wilcox. I heard the woodp
. Through the year with birds and poets [poems]; . And unstained as the sun. Nature. — Ralph Waldo Emerson. SPRING A few lonely those that in this northern clime remainThroughout the year, and in the dawn of spring,At pleasant noon, from their unknown retreatCome suddenly to view with lively notes ;Or those that soonest to this clime returnFrom warmer regions, in thick groves were with their feathers ruffled, and despoiledOf all their glossy lustre, sitting only skipping, with a single quest of food. The Age of Benevolence. — Carlos Wilcox. I heard the woodpecker pecking. The bluebird tenderly sing;I turned and looked out of the window. And lo, it was spring ! I forget my old age and grow youthful. Bathing in wind-tides of I hear the woodpecker pecking. The first bluebird sing. At the Window. — Maurice Thompson. From spot to spotThe merry carol of the bluebird gay-wingd messenger, the spring sends outTo tell us of her coming. The First Violet. — Alfred Billings MARCHcu31924026403729
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