Glance round at times and make all else seem faded,
As, when the sun shines, all the stars must die.
Let May bud forth in all its splendour;
What sight so sweet can he engender
As with this picture to compare?
Unheeded leave we buds and blooms,
And gaze upon the lovely fair!
The grace in this rendering of a familiar motive, and the individuality in the following Complaint of Winter, were both unusual at the time:
Erewhile the world shone red and blue
And green in wood and upland too,