White blossoms palely line the road
Like wedding remnants left behind
By swift departing groom and bride
'Twas winter's final, unchaste blow
'Gainst bridal, Lenten verdancy
And greening waltz unearthenly
Her steps beneath a sky aglow
With robindance—flit quick and red—
And robinsong for march to wed
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