Before you thought of spring

Before you thought of spring,

Except as a surmise,

You see,

God bless his suddenness,

A fellow in the

Of independent hues,

A little weather-worn,

Inspiriting

Of indigo and brown.

With specimens of song,

As if for you to choose,

Discretion in the interval,

With gay delays he

To some superior

Without a single leaf,

And shouts for joy to

But his seraphic self!