Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for yearsö To remember with tears!

-Allingham,William
  'A Memory'.

If only we might fall Like cherry blossoms in the spring So pure and radiant.

-Anonymous
c.1945  Quoted in Ivan Morris The Nobility of Failure (1975).

Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done.

-Arnold, Matthew
  'Empedocles on Etna', act1, sc.2, l.397^400.

The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

-Arnold, Matthew
  New Poems,'Thyrsis', l.138^40.

I leapt at the tape like a man taking his last spring to save himself from the chasm that threatens to engulf him.

-Bannister, Sir Roger Gilbert
  Of the end of his record-breaking run. First Four Minutes.

Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours. Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.

-Binyon, (Robert) Laurence
  'The Burning of the Leaves'.

We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper ageö Are they withered in the sod?

-Bronte«  , Charlotte
  'We Wove a Web in Childhood'.

The year's at the spring, And days at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heavenö All's right with the world.

-Browning, Robert
Pippa Passes, pt.1.

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gae'd he: He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round Below the gallows-tree.

-Burns, Robert
  'McPherson's Farewell', chorus.

A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware.

-Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
  'The Rime of the  Ancient Mariner', pt.4.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring.

-Collins,William
  'Dirge in Cymbeline'.

While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.

-Collins,William
  Odes on Several Descriptive and  Allegoric Subjects,'Ode to Evening', l.41^8.

Our severest winter, commonly called the spring.

-Cowper,William
  Letter to Rev William Unwin, 8  Jun.

Cowslip and shad-blow, flaked like tethered foam Around bared teeth of stallions, bloomed that spring When first I read thy lines, rife as the loam Of prairies, yet like breakers cliffward leaping!

-Crane, (Harold) Hart
  Of  Walt  Whitman. The Bridge,'Cape Hatteras'.

   spring when the world is puddle wonderful

-cummings, e e pen name of  Edward Estlin Cummings
  Tulips and Chimneys,'Chanson Innocente'.

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did

-cummings, e e pen name of  Edward Estlin Cummings
  50 poems, no.29.

Alas, alas, who's injured by my love? What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veins fill Add one more to the plaguey bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love.

-Donne,John
c.1595^1605  'The Canonization', collected in Songs and Sonnets (1633).

He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; he canbring thysummerout of winter, though thou have no spring† God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noontoillustrateall shadows,asthesheavesinharvestto fill all penuries. All occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

-Donne,John
  Sermons,'Christmas Day,1624'.

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

-Dryden,John
  All for Love, or The World Well Lost, act 3.

Midwinter Spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  Four Quartets,'Little Gidding', pt.1.