Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.
ATTRIBUTION:
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894), British poet. Winter: My Secret (l. 23–27). . .
The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Vol. 1. R. W. Crump, ed. (1979) Louisiana State University É Press.
