Welcome the 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 thrush  
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush  
   The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush  
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.                           

What is all this juice and all this joy?   
 A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning    
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,  
   Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,  
   Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.    

(Gerard Manley Hopkins)