ON THE SPRING. <br /> <br />Lo! Spring appears in mantle green, <br />And flowers are welcoming their queen; <br />Mark how the duck, in sportive mood, <br />Dives 'neath the gently-swelling flood; <br />See how the crane pursues his way; <br />Creation hails the genial day; <br />Behold! the clouds have ta'en their flight- <br />What cheerful prospects bless the sight! <br />How beauteously the olives bloom, <br />Fair tokens of earth's fruitful womb! <br />Now cast thine eyes on yonder vine, <br />Whence, Bacchus, flows thy blood divine <br />See how, 'mid leaflet, branch, and shoot, <br />Clusters the ruby-coloured fruit.<br /><br />Peter John Allan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-anacreon-ode-xxxviii/
