The windy air of fading February,
Frost beaten leaves finally give over.
Still, trees happy as spring hover in the air,
Withdraws winter as if in a hurry,
Inside pond, bright rays seem to marry
The dazzling waves; a sparkling pair,–
Passionate kisses in the starry shining layer,
Seeing which the winged visitors doth worry.
Oh! How unemotionally winter passes!
Like that gypsy caravan preparing to go away,
Gone will be the winter with gypsy damsel;–
Two heartless lasses
Will go along a lone pathway,
Away, away! Where autumns dazzle!
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