Now fades the last long streak of snow, <br />Now burgeons every maze of quick <br />About the flowering squares, and thick <br />By ashen roots the violets blow. <br /> <br />Now rings the woodland loud and long, <br />The distance takes a lovelier hue, <br />And drowned in yonder living blue <br />The lark becomes a sightless song. <br /> <br />Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, <br />The flocks are whiter down the vale, <br />And milkier every milky sail, <br />On winding stream or distant sea; <br /> <br />Where now the seamew pipes, or dives <br />In yonder greening gleam, and fly <br />The happy birds, that change their sky <br />To build and brood, that live their lives <br /> <br />From land to land; and in my breast <br />Spring wakens too: and my regret <br />Become an April violet, <br />And buds and blossoms like the rest.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cxv-spring/
