I. FEBRUARY 1ST, 1842. ONE month is past, another is begun, And though the distant hills are bleak and dun, O God, vouchsafe a sunbeam clear and kind, II. MARCH, 1846. Now Nature in her vernal green is clad, Ah, me! I can but think of those that were, Of those we loved. Oh, Alice! would we could. III. THE VERNAL SHOWER. WELCOME once more, my pretty Lady Spring: On some good errand to the distant spheres ; GRASMERE, April, 1842. |