Before You Thought Of Spring, Except As A Surmise, You See, God Bless His Suddenness, A Fellow In The Skies Of Independent Hues, A Little Weather-Worn, Inspiriting Habiliments Of Indigo And Brown. With Specimens Of Song, As If For You To Choose, Discretion In The Interval, With Gay Delays He Goes To Some Superior Tree Without A Single Leaf, And Shouts For Joy To Nobody But His Seraphic Self!