If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Submitted by joyfulheart18 1 day ago
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No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
The flowers anew returning seasons bring,
But beauty faded has no second spring.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Work seethes in the hands of spring,
That strapping dairymaid.
On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Submitted by Kaye11 over 2 years ago
A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the king.
The dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the grass,
And winter instantly becomes
An infinite alas.