When buds of palm do burst and spread <br />Their downy feathers in the lane, <br />And orchard blossoms, white and red, <br />Breathe Spring delight for Autumn gain; <br />And the skylark shakes his wings in the rain; <br /> <br />O then is the season to look for a bride! <br />Choose her warily, woo her unseen; <br />For the choicest maids are those that hide <br />Like dewy violets under the green.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-spring/
