February 26th. SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot on sea, and one on shore. To one thing constant never. HE saw the crime (Touching all future pleasures with a slime), February 27th. Shakespeare. William Allingham. How must a spirit late escaped from earth, Young. THERE was awe in the homage which she drew; In its own strength-most strange in one so young. Byron. February 28th. FLOWERS are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh! the joys that came down shower-like, LEARN the mystery of Progression duly : Do not call each glorious change, Decay; Coleridge. Adelaide A. Procter. MARCH. SLAYER of the Winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the Summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry Make April ready for the throstle's song, Thou first redresser of the Winter's wrong! Yea, welcome, March! and though I die ere June, Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise, Striving to swell the burden of the tune That even now I hear thy brown birds raise, Unmindful of the past or coming days; Who sing "O joy! a new year is begun : What happiness to look upon the sun!" William Morris. |