"Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost candies the grass, or casts an icy cream upon the silver lake or crystal stream: but the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, and makes it tender; gives a sacred birth to the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree the drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee. Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring, in triumph to the world, the youthful spring..." -Thomas Carew ( The Spring)
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