“And the spring comes slowly up this way.”

“I swear that I'm dying
slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere…
just take me there.”

“A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.”

“Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.”

“Come to the orchard in Spring.”

“Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.”

“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.”

“It would be some consolation for the feebleness of ourselves and our works, if all things should perish as slowly as they come into being; but as it is, increases are of sluggish growth, but the way to ruin is rapid.”

“Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.”

“Come up, with white and crimson!
O, shake your bells and sing;
Let the porch bend, the pillars bow,
Before our Lord, the Spring!”