The inundation of the Spring

Enlarges every soul —

It sweeps the tenement away

But leaves the Water whole —


In which the soul at first estranged —

Seeks faintly for its shore

But acclimated — pines...

The Notice that is called the Spring

Is but a month from here —

Put up my Heart thy Hoary work

And take a Rosy Chair.


Not any House the Flowers keep —

The Birds enamor Care —

Our salary the longest...