- 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 lightnings to hear him sing;
- The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
- The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
- With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
- What is all this juice and all this joy?
- A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
- In Eden garden. Have, get, before it cloy,
- Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
- Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
- Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
