Pollen often looks like snow
Yet even thus I can't pretend
That winter isn't at an end
As sudden summer seems to grow
Out of no spring. The treetops glow
With instant blossoms, and they send
The pollen with which they perpend
Into the wind to breeze and blow
In mockery of winter wiles.
So all about is warm and bright
Students with their summer smiles
Expressing comfort and delight
As nature mutters in her cave
"This brings me to an early grave."
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