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Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie; My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring, In triumph to the world, the youthful spring.
Still let my Song a nobler Note assume And sing th' infusive Force of Spring on Man; When Heaven and Earth, as if contending, vye To raise his Being, and serene his Soul. Can he forbear to join the general Smile Of Nature? Can fierce Passions vex his Breast, While every Gale is Peace, and every Grove Is Melody?
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring.
What a strange thing, To be thus alive Beneath the cherry-blossoms!
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Within the city's bound the time of flowers Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day, Such as full often, for a few bright hours, Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May, Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom--And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.
The Spring! I shrink and shudder at her name! For why, I find her breath a bitter blighter! And suffer from her blows as if they came From Spring the Fighter.
For thou, O Spring! canst renovate All that high God did first create. Be still his arm and architect, Rebuild the ruin, mend defect; Chemist to vamp old worlds with new, Coat sea and sky with heavenlier blue.
. . . in my breast Spring wakens too, and my regret Becomes an April violet, And buds and blossoms like the rest.
Out of the city, far away With Spring to-day! Where copses tufted with primrose Give me repose, Wood-sorrel and wild violet Soothe my soul's fret.
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period--When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Spring goeth all in white Crowned with milk-white may: In fleecy flocks of light O'er heaven the white clouds stray:
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the soil of earth, this blaze Of growing, these smoke-puffs that puff in wild gyration, Faces of people blowing across my gaze!
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing, But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring.
Spring, of all seasons most gratuitous, Is fold of untaught flower, is race of water, Is earth's most multiple, excited daughter; And those she has least use for see her best.

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