In Lenten garb—unlovely gray— Pale March pursues her mournful way, Save that her skies sometimes put by Their veiling mists, and sunbeams try To paint the promises of May. With sober mien and like array Doth rosy Katherine essay Her lively traits to modify— In Lenten garb. She does it well, but smiles will play About her dainty lips and stray Upward until her eyes belie Her saintly guise, and prophesy That she—like spring—will not delay In Lenten garb. |