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At length comes out the virgin Spring,
Still under Winter's matron wing;
While storm and shower and sleet and dust,
Like Guardians, keep her still in trust.
Now all the Beau-monde wake together,
Like swallows at the change of weather;
The belles, blue, deep-blue, white and brown,
Make up their minds and cheeks for town:
The young, the old, the wed, the single,
Feel through their veins the annual tingle.
Still under Winter's matron wing;
While storm and shower and sleet and dust,
Like Guardians, keep her still in trust.
Now all the Beau-monde wake together,
Like swallows at the change of weather;
The belles, blue, deep-blue, white and brown,
Make up their minds and cheeks for town:
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Feel through their veins the annual tingle.
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