• Spring

  • 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.