Early February

Early February

Folklore says, in order to hold a drink,
In preparation for the coming bird,
Toxic Cuckoo Pint has cup-like occurred.
It seems as but, scarcely, a minor wink,
Since I noted no violets, I think;
But, inured to cold chills which Feb.’s conferred,
I've seen some, which in a garden have stirred;
They to the future springtime are a link.
A singing lark, ascending over fields,
I've observed on a long country ramble.
This lark, which rarely conceals what it feels;
As though spurning the earth's clod-clogged shamble;
Caused by the churning steel plough's furrowed wields,
Does, so high in the sky, rising gambol.