English poem
On the First of February. Being the Birth-day of a Beautiful Young Lady
by Anonymous
Last of the dreary winter's train, Hail, February, hail! In thee the swains salute again The habitable vale! Call forth, amidst the leafless glades, Thy crocuses, and fairest maids, From out thy spring-expecting bowers; Or else (an honour more divine!) Around thy brows my nymph shall twine Her artificial flowers.
The smile of May, the laugh of June, And autumn's joy full-blown, In rapture shall thy rough blasts tune, For Nancy was thy own: With beauty built upon her bloom, With sweets deriv'd from her perfume, You brave the forward charms of spring; Since author of so sweet a toast, The year no brighter gem can boast In all its circling ring.
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