Autores:
  • If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than the ground below, Dribbles down a marshy flood; Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing, This is Spring.

    Christopher Pearse Cranch (1875). “The Bird and the Bell: With Other Poems”, p.199