>┴< ⊂⊃ Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
-（ ﾟ∀ﾟ.）- ⊂⊃ Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
>┬< While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
(⌒─‐⌒) ｷｺｷｺ And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
（(´・ω・`)） Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
( O┬O Among the river sallows, borne aloft
≡ ◎-ヽJ┴◎ Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
;;⌒::.;;.⌒⌒/ /|￣￣￣￣￣/ /::. :; ;⌒⌒:.:⌒:;⌒;;⌒ And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
.. ,::.; / /|￣￣￣￣￣/ /.., ,; .: ,,｡,.（◯） :: Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
: :::., / /|￣￣￣￣￣/ /,,; （◯） ::: ヽ|〃 ;;: The red-breat whistles from a garden-croft;
. ,:.; / /|￣￣￣￣￣/ /.., ,; :ヽ|〃 ,,｡, ::;;, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
