In clouds of purple afloat upon saffron skies.
MARCH
ED. Now carol the birds at dawn, and some new lay
Announceth a homecome voyager every-day.
Beneath the tufted sallows the streamlet thrills
With the leaping trout and the gleam of the daffodils.
APRIL
BA. Then laugheth the year; with flowers the meads are bright;
The bursting branches are tipped with flames of light: