Before you thought of Spring

Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown -- With specimens of Song As if for you to choose -- Discretion in the interval With gay delays he goes To some superior Tree Without a single Leaf And shouts for joy to Nobody But his seraphic self --