Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon. ColeridgeFrost at Midnight.
January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weepsbut, O ye hours! Follow with Mays fairest flowers. ShelleyDirge for the Year. St. 4.