The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, <br />The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease; <br />The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew, <br />And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees; <br />While oer the odd flowers swim grandfather bees <br />In the old homestead rests the cottage cow; <br />The dogs sit on their haunches near the pail, <br />The least one to the stranger growls 'bow wow,' <br />Then hurries to the door and cocks his tail, <br />To knaw the unfinished bone; the placid cow <br />Looks oer the gate; the thresher's lumping flail <br />Is all the noise the spring encounters now.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-spring-9/
