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236 When soothed a while by milder airs,

Thee Winter in the garland wears

That thinly shades his few grey hairs;

Spring cannot shun thee;

Whole summer fields are thine by right;

And Autumn, melancholy Wight!

Doth in thy crimson head delight

When rains are on thee.

In shoals and bands, a morrice train,

Thou greet'st the Traveller in the lane;

If welcom'd once thou count'st it gain;

Thou art not daunted,

Nor car'st if thou be set at naught:

And oft alone in nooks remote

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,

When such are wanted.

Be Violets in their secret mews

The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose;

Proud be the Rose, with rains and dews

Her head impearling;