quots

Awake, thou wintry earth,

Fling off thy sadness!

Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth,

Your ancient gladness!

~Thomas Blackburn

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!

~L.H. Bailey