Lay quiet and still as waters hold thee,Mark thou time of year for Spring is free.
Unleash your senses hidden under layers of wool,
Winds have chapped thy skin tending it cool.
Shall we post reward for another winter gone,
As quick as the dew drops drank not by fawn?
Ophelia she rests as trickles of stream glisten by,
Captured by pebbles till willows listen and sigh!
Oh dear Spring thous has taken its time again,
Wash thee guilt of delay with seasons of rain?
Mind matters of branch to brooks haunt here,
Give peace sleeping damsel once close and dear.
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