And now all Nature seem'd in love, <br />The lusty sap began to move; <br />New juice did stir th'embracing Vines, <br />And Birds had drawn their Valentines: <br />The jealous Trout, that low did lie, <br />Rose at a well-dissembled flie: <br />There stood my Friend, with patient skill <br />Attending of his trembling quill. <br />Already were the Eves possest <br />With the swift Pilgrims daubed nest. <br />The Groves already did rejoyce <br />In Philomels triumphing voice. <br />The showers were short, the weather mild, <br />The morning fresh, the evening smil'd. <br />June takes her neat-rub'd Pale, and now <br />She trips to milk the Sand-red Cow; <br />Where for some sturdy foot-ball Swain, <br />June strokes a sillabub or twain. <br />The Fields and Gardens were beset <br />With Tulip, Crocus, Violet: <br />And now, though late, the modest Rose <br />Did more then half a blush disclose. <br />Thus all look'd gay, all full of chear, <br />To welcome the New-livery'd year.<br /><br />Sir Henry Wotton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-bank-as-i-sate-a-fishing-a-description-of-the-spring/
