So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, <br />Wherein rude winter bound her veins; <br />So grows both stream and source of price, <br />That lately fettered were with ice. <br />So naked trees get crisped heads, <br />And colored coats the roughest meads, <br />And all get vigor, youth, and sprite, <br />That are but looked on by his light.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-breaks-the-sun-2/
