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Can I e'er feel delighted Alone, though Spring is near? Yet when we are united, Yet when we are united, The summer will be here.

 APRIL. me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking; For ye're saying something sweet, Fit the ravished ear to greet, Eloquently, softly speaking.

Yet I see now why ye're roving; For behind those eyes so bright, To itself abandoned quite, Lies a bosom, truthful, loving,—

One that it must fill with pleasure 'Mongst so many, dull and blind, One true look at length to find, That its worth can rightly treasure.

Whilst I'm lost in studying ever To explain these ciphers duly,— To unravel my books truly In return be your endeavour!

 MAY.

and silv'ry cloudlets hover In the air, as yet scarce warm; Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over, Peeps the sun through fragrant balm. 