WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIRDS. 
Smother him in perfumes 
Till their sweets made him faint, 
Then bedizen his plumes 
With such gay things — and quaint — 
As Media, lamb's tongue, 
The crocus, and star-eye, 
Till his sleet-scales were hung 
With each bright early dye. 
IX. 
When with vines they had bound him, 
Then in mocking dance round him, 
Till spring their maiden queen come — 
We know by the swelling hum. 
That she has just lifted one glorious wing, 
As eagles pause on the stoop for a flight, 
And the flashes its burnished hues outfling 
Gild first like morning the hill-tops with light ; 
Soon now, the blaze of that splendor gleaming — 
From each golden feather fully outspread, — 
Down through valleys, and cold shadows beaming. 
Will the warm glow, of her presence be shed ! — ■ 
Away on her beautiful flight at last. 
Sailing the arrowy breeze she has past. 
X. 
She is chasing Old Winter — ^a merry chase. 
And the roused earth shouts to the clattering race. 
She is wanting to kiss Old Frosty, I w^een. 
But bachelors never a-kissing are seen ! 
They were always so silly. 
And their, blue lips so chilly, 
