Lo! Spring, array'd in primrose-colour'd robe, <br />Fresh beauties sheds on each enliven'd scene, <br />With show'rs and sunshine cheers the smiling globe, <br />And mantles hill and vale in glowing green. <br /> <br />All nature feels her vital heat around, <br />The pregnant glebe now bursts with foodful grain, <br />With kindly warmth she opes the frozen ground, <br />And with new life informs the teeming plain. <br /> <br />She calls the fish from out their ouzy beds, <br />And animates the deep with genial love, <br />She bids the herds bound sportive o'er the meads, <br />And with glad songs awakes the joyous grove, <br /> <br />No more the glaring tiger roams for prey, <br />All-powerful love subdues his savage soul, <br />To find his spotted mate he darts away, <br />While gentler thoughts the thirst of blood controul. <br /> <br />But ah! while all is warmth and soft desire, <br />While all around Spring's cheerful spirit own, <br />You feel not, Amoret, her quickening fire, <br />To Spring's kind influence you a foe alone!<br /><br />Joseph Warton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-lady-on-the-spring/
