English poem
The time had come already for snows to melt away
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
The time had come already for snows to melt away, And, with each other vying, the little birds, each day, Again their songs would warble, as soon as March was ended; But in the snow, and ice-cold, the maids were found forlorn, and unbefriended.
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