Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs
And tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on read more
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
