Ye birds that whistle, hares that limping run, And little soft-eared rabbits, velvet shod, Great wayward mortals, with unseeing eyes, I greet you one and all, for Spring has come. Laugh with the sun, muse with the silver showers; Laugh and make merry, Spring is all too fleet, And soon will dance away on flower-loved feet. _Exit_ QUEEN MAB _in search of her court of butterflies. Above the bird-music is heard the insistent cry of the cuckoo, till the fells re-echo with his calling._ BOLTON WOODS, WHARFEDALE. Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury. End of Project Gutenberg's The Dales of Arcady, by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe