Tis now the twenty-third of march, And this warm sun takes out the starch Of winter's pinafore - Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinks A health to spring, and while it sips It faintly smacks a myriad lips.
Elizabeth Hall Witherell, Henry David Thoreau (1979). “The Poetry of Henry David Thoreau: A Selected Critical Edition”
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