Spring in the Woodlands

And the Spring arose on the garden fair,

Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;

And each flower and herb on earth's dark breast

Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

The Snowdrops and then the violet,

Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,

And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent,

From the turf like the voice and the instrument.

Shelley

Blessings!

Janet