Awake, thou wintry earth,
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth,
Your ancient gladness!
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast,
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
Today the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know nothing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!