I gave up the search, when, not far away,
I saw the wing’d sprite thro’ the green-brier peeping,
With a Phebe! Phebe! that seemed to say,
“I told you so! and my promise I’m keeping.”
“You’ll know me again, when you meet me here,
Whether you come in December or Maytime:
I’ve a dee, dee, dee! for the Winter’s ear,
And a Phebe! Phebe! for Spring and Playtime!”
—Edith M. Thomas.