Frost-locked all the winter, <br />Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, <br />What shall make their sap ascend <br />That they may put forth shoots? <br />Tips of tender green, <br />Leaf, or blade, or sheath; <br />Telling of the hidden life <br />That breaks forth underneath, <br />Life nursed in its grave by Death. <br /> <br /> <br />Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly, <br />Drips the soaking rain, <br />By fits looks down the waking sun: <br />Young grass springs on the plain; <br />Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees; <br />Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, <br />Swollen with sap put forth their shoots; <br />Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane; <br />Birds sing and pair again. <br /> <br /> <br />There is no time like Spring, <br />When life's alive in everything, <br />Before new nestlings sing, <br />Before cleft swallows speed their journey back <br />Along the trackless track - <br />God guides their wing, <br />He spreads their table that they nothing lack, - <br />Before the daisy grows a common flower <br />Before the sun has power <br />To scorch the world up in his noontide hour. <br /> <br /> <br />There is no time like Spring, <br />Like Spring that passes by; <br />There is no life like Spring-life born to die, - <br />Piercing the sod, <br />Clothing the uncouth clod, <br />Hatched in the nest, <br />Fledged on the windy bough, <br />Strong on the wing: <br />There is no time like Spring that passes by, <br />Now newly born, and now <br />Hastening to die.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-33/
