Ere yet the year is one month old
In spite of frost & wind & snow
Bare-bosomed to the quaking cold
Springs little selfsown flowers will blow
Bare-bosomed to the quaking cold
Springs little selfsown flowers will blow
& ever kin to early hours
Peep aconites in cups of gold
With frilled leaves muffled round their flowers
Like tender maidens shunning cold
Peep aconites in cups of gold
With frilled leaves muffled round their flowers
Like tender maidens shunning cold
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