Frigid, when frosty veiling is quaint
And snow habit queer constraint.
Unresponsive, though prevailed upon
By Spring, shade's coyest restraint!
Spring - who never has blushed to declare
Overt flirting everywhere!
And I am its bee! You, which violet
Head-first Love-dove. So prepare!
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