We have had a lovely few days… not always very sunny, sometimes, in fact grey, but the air is mild and there is that spring-like quality… so here is Robert Herrick’s poem. He was born in 1591 and died in 1674.
Farewell Frost, Or Welcome Spring
Fled are the frosts, and now the fields appear
Reclothed in fresh and verdant diaper;
Thaw’d are the snows; and now the lusty Spring
Gives to each mead a neat enamelling;
The palms put forth their gems, and every tree
Now swaggers in her leafy gallantry.
The while the Daulian minstrel sweetly sings
With warbling notes her Terean sufferings.
–What gentle winds perspire! as if here
Never had been the northern plunderer
To strip the trees and fields, to their distress,
Leaving them to a pitied nakedness.
And look how when a frantic storm doth tear
A stubborn oak or holm, long growing there,–
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