After Charles D'Orléans

The year has thrown away its gear
Of wind and snow, of frost and rain,
And put on a regalia
Of sunlight, brilliant and clear.
  No creature of the earth or air
But sings or shouts in its own tongue:
The year has thrown away its gear
Of wind and snow, of frost and rain.
  Spring and rivulet and river
Wear like a joyous livery
Silver drops and jewellery,
There's a new dress for everything.
The year has thrown away its gear.

Winter Verses for Tambimuttu

What, in a letter to the dead,
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