Before you thought of spring Emily Dickinson

Before you thought of spring
Except as a surmise
You see, God bless his suddenness
A fellow in the skies
Of independent hues
A little weather-worn
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown

With specimens of song
As if for you to choose
Discretion in the interval
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!