Spring

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—⁠     When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;⁠     ⁠     ⁠Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;⁠     ⁠The glassy peartree leaves and blo...