• Tis now the twenty-third of march, And this warm sun takes out the starch Of winter's pinafore - Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinks A health to spring, and while it sips It faintly smacks a myriad lips.

    Henry David Thoreau: Tis now the twenty-third of march,
 And this warm sun takes out the starch 
Of winter's pinafore - 
Methinks The Very pasture gladly drinks
 A health to spring, and while it sips
 It faintly smacks a myriad lips.
    Elizabeth Hall Witherell, Henry David Thoreau (1979). “The Poetry of Henry David Thoreau: A Selected Critical Edition”