And the spring comes slowly up this way.

Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths Whence ...

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our la ...

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.