AKE! For the Spring has scattered into flight The Vows of Lent, and bids the heart be light. Bring on the Roast, and take the Fish away! The Season calls—and Woman's eyes are bright! |
EFORE the phantom of Pale Winter died, Methought the Voice of Spring within me cried, "When Hymen's rose-decked altars glow within, Why nods the laggard Bachelor outside?" |
ND, at the Signal, I who stood before In idle musing, shouted, "Say no more! You know how little while we have to Love— And Love's light Hand is knocking at the door!" |