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Then Came Old February
Then came old February, sitting
In an old wagon, for he could not ride,
Drawn of two fishes for the season fitting,
Which through the flood before did softly slide
And swim away; yet he had by his side
His plow and harness fit to till the ground,
And tools to prune the trees, before the pride
Of hasting prime did make them bourgeon wide.
—Edmund Spenser.
Posted by L'envoi at 2/12/2022 08:53:00 AM Permalink 0 comments | Subscribe
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