WAKE! For the Spring has scattered into flight
The Vows of Lent, and bids the heart be light.
Bring on the Roast, and take the Fish away!
The Season calls--and Woman's eyes are bright!
BEFORE the phantom of Pale Winter died,
Methought the Voice of Spring within me cried,
"When Hymen's rose-decked altars glow within,
Why nods the laggard _Bachelor_ outside?"
AND, at the Signal, I who stood before
In idle musing, shouted, "Say no more!
You know how little while we have to Love--
And Love's light Hand is knocking at the door!"
NOW, the New Moon reviving old desires,
The gallant Youth to