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(utilizing a 200-year-old British dictionary, bought for $1 at a tag sale)
Alexipharmic Spring expels
The brumal Winter's bitter hells,
Its carking catchword wind, and ice
Its dark Daedalian device;
Each bird exudes the embassage
And builds a fingletangle lodge
From gallimaufry twigs and wood
Of hodiernal hardihood.
The irrorated rose imbows;
The fruit tree, flosculous in rows,
Is soon pomiterous, and pays
Kneetribute to the warming days,
Then feeds the jocose deer afoot,
While growing trunk and limb and root.
Rise, lither hands! No time to spare
To laze upon your pillowbear;
Tis time to lade the harvest wain
To last once northwinds come again,
In cellars dark, recluded right.
As meretricious leaves alight
From ostentatious oaks, the last
To stand undeck'd, their cover cast,
The folk in noiseful minstrelry
Propound a quenchless revelry
So latitudinarian,
Yet earn'd by ev'ry dame and man.
Now questuary winds of chills
Come yarr and yelp at workers' wills,
And send them hence, to loft and room,
To suffer through the tristful gloom
With berries, venison and bread,
And yean the lambs at Twelfthtide's stead.
Then uprouse in the rescued Sun
Once Spring has zealously begun.
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It wouldn't be right to dream, while
Forgetting to live, it seems;
Nor would it be right to dwell on life
And yet forget our dreams.
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