February

"Wan February with weeping cheer,
Whose cold hand guides the youngling year
Down misty roads of mire and rime,
Before thy pale and fitful face
The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace
Through skies the morning scarce may climb.
Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears,
But lit with hopes that light the year`s".
Algernon Charles Swinburne.

"In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars,
In floating curling sprays,
The golden flower comes shining through the woods
These February days;
Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town,
To bring her gayly in,
This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida -
The yellow jessamine.
Constance Fenimore Woolson.
"Thou first-born of the years delight
Pride of the dewy glade,
In vernal green, and virgin white
Thy vestal robes array`d.
Keble