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But surly Winter's come again,
With all his dark and stormy train,
With all his dark and stormy train,
And has each bud of promise nipp'd,
And each fair plant of verdure stripp'd;
And now alas! I seek in vain,
For Flora's simple vernal train.
And each fair plant of verdure stripp'd;
And now alas! I seek in vain,
For Flora's simple vernal train.
For scarce a flow'ret can be found,
Which is not frozen to the ground;
A few sweet buds I still can see,
With these I'll form a wreath for thee.
Which is not frozen to the ground;
A few sweet buds I still can see,
With these I'll form a wreath for thee.
Fair primrose, earliest child of spring,
Like butterfly with saffron wing;
And crocus with its golden cup,
And snow-drop never looking up.
Like butterfly with saffron wing;
And crocus with its golden cup,
And snow-drop never looking up.
