spring

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of water's murmuring Along a shelving bankof turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightst in dream.

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.

—Piercy, Marge

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

The flower-fed buffalos of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flowers lie low.

—Lindsay, (Nicholas) Vachel

And, by the incarnation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O,Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

—Shelley, Percy Bysshe

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

—Anonymous

   Their smiles, Wan as primroses gathered at midnight By chilly fingered spring.

—Keats,John

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

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

—Spenser, Edmund

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

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring Even yet thou are to me No bird, but an invisible thing, Avoice, a mystery.

—Wordsworth,William

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approachesö They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter.

—Williams,William Carlos

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 can slide it Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it easing the Spring.

—Reed, Henry

   With all your might enjoy the spring flowers, But do not forget the time of our love and pride

—SuWu   fl.c.100

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

—Whitman,Walt(er)

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At lastöfar offöat last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

—Tennyson

Swallow, my sister,O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over and dead. What hast thou found in the spring to follow? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing? What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?

—Swinburne, Algernon Charles

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

   The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honeyed spring, And float amid the liquid noon: Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the sun.

—Gray,Thomas

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

—Tennyson

To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.

—Thomas, Dylan Marlais

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

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

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

The merry cuckoo, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

—Spenser, Edmund

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

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

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

—Binyon, (Robert) Laurence

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

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

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring; But beauty faded has no second spring.

—Philips, Ambrose

The country habit has me by the heart, For he's bewitched for ever who has seen, Not with his eyes but with his vision, Spring Flow down the woods and stipple leaves with sun.

—Sackville-West,Vita (Victoria Mary)

Our severest winter, commonly called the spring.

—Cowper,William

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.

—Keats,John

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

—Coleridge, Samuel Taylor

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

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

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

—Nashe,Thomas

Lourd on my hert as winter lies The state that Scotland's in the day. Spring to the North has aye come slow But noo dour winter's like to stay For guid, And no'for guid!

—Grieve

   spring when the world is puddle wonderful

—cummings, e e pen name of  Edward Estlin Cummings

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.

—Pope, Alexander

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

—Swinburne, Algernon Charles

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

   The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.

—Gray,Thomas

I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes round with rustling shade And apple blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

—Seeger, Alan

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assured for Itylus, For theThracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil and all the pain.

—Swinburne, Algernon Charles

Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.

—Otway,Thomas

And when the spring comes her hour is upon her again. 'Testhehand of Nature and we women cannot escape it.

—Gibbons, Stella Dorothea

   The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying, There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.

—Milton,John

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