The Sun Falls Warm: The Southern Winds Awake: The Air Seethes Upward With A Steamy Shiver: Each Dip Of The Road Is Now A Crystal Lake, And Every Rut A Little Dancing River. Through Great Soft Clouds That Sunder Overhead The Deep Sky Breaks As Pearly Blue As Summer: Out Of A Cleft Beside The River'S Bed Flaps The Black Crow, The First Demure Newcomer. The Last Seared Drifts Are Eating Fast Away With Glassy Tinkle Into Glittering Laces: Dogs Lie Asleep, And Little Children Play With Tops And Marbles In The Sunbare Places; And I That Stroll With Many A Thoughtful Pause Almost Forget That Winter Ever Was.