The cock is crowing, <br />The stream is flowing, <br />The small birds twitter, <br />The lake doth glitter <br />The green field sleeps in the sun; <br />The oldest and youngest <br />Are at work with the strongest; <br />The cattle are grazing, <br />Their heads never raising; <br />There are forty feeding like one! <br /> <br />Like an army defeated <br />The snow hath retreated, <br />And now doth fare ill <br />On the top of the bare hill; <br />The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon: <br />There's joy in the mountains; <br />There's life in the fountains; <br />Small clouds are sailing, <br />Blue sky prevailing; <br />The rain is over and gone!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-in-march/
