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But surly Winter's come again,
With all his dark and stormy train,

And has each bud of promise nipp'd,
And each fair plant of verdure stripp'd;
And now alas! I seek in vain,
For Flora's simple vernal train.

For scarce a flow'ret can be found,
Which is not frozen to the ground;
A few sweet buds I still can see,
With these I'll form a wreath for thee.

Fair primrose, earliest child of spring,
Like butterfly with saffron wing;
And crocus with its golden cup,
And snow-drop never looking up.