Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and Spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you, know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus you may feel your pulse. Henry David Thoreau

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It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done? Matthew Arnold

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Take spring when it comes, and rejoice. Take happiness when it comes, and rejoice. Take love when it comes, and rejoice. Carl Ewald

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There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter. Rachel Carson

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Now spring brings back balmy warmth. Gaius Valerius Catullus

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Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; / Suffer them now and they’ll o’ergrow the garden. William Shakespeare (King Henry VI)

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It was a lover and his lass, / With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, / That o’er the green corn-field did pass, / In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, / When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; / Sweet lovers love the spring. William Shakespeare (As You Like It)

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From you have I been absent in the spring, / When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, / Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. William Shakespeare (Sonnet 98)

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Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; / Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring. / Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. / Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Thomas Nashe

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Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, / A box where sweets compacted lie. George Herbert

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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come. James Thomson

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It is about five o'clock in an evening that the first hour of spring strikes—autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. Elizabeth Bowen

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In the spring a young man’s fancy / lightly turns to / thoughts of love; / And in summer, / and in autumn, / and in winter— / See above. E. Y. Harburg

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Why always, 'not yet'? Do flowers in spring say. 'not yet?' Norman Douglas

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April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot

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We need spring. We need it desperately and, usually, we need it before God is willing to give it to us. Peter John Gzowski

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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. A.E. Housman

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Work seethes in the hands of spring, / That strapping dairymaid. Boris Pasternak

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Morning has broken / Like the first morning, / Blackbird has spoken / Like the first bird. Eleanor Farjeon

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The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings / With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; / The nightingale with feathers new she sings; / And turtle to her make hath told her tale. Henry Howard

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And time remembered is grief forgotten, / And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, / And In green underwood and cover / Blossom by blossom the spring begins. Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Ah, yes siree, spring discloses, if it's all one supposes / Wagging tails, rubbing noses, but it's no bed of roses / And if for the stork you pine, consider the porcupine / Who longs to cling / Keeping comp'ny is tricky, it can get pretty sticky / In the spring, spring, spring Gene De Paul; Johnny Mercer

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Spring is here, there's no mistaking / Robins building nests from coast to coast; / My heart tries to sing so they won't hear it breaking, / Spring can really hang you up the most! Frances Landesman

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It's Spring again / I can hear the birds sing again / See the flowers start to bud / See young people fall in love Kenneth Gamble; Leon Huff

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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. Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Welcome, all hail to thee! / Welcome, young Spring! / Thy sun-ray is bright / On the butterfly’s wing. / Beauty shines forth / In the blossom-robed trees; / Perfume floats by / On the soft southern breeze. Eliza Cook

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Welcome! all hail to thee, / Heart-stirring May! / Thou hast won from my wild harp / A rapturous lay. / And the last dying murmur / That sleeps on the string / Is welcome! All hail to thee, / Welcome, young Spring! Eliza Cook

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The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, / Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, / In every street these tunes our ears do greet-- / Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! / Spring, the sweet Spring! Thomas Nashe

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Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air / Which dwells with all things fair, / Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, / Is with us once again. Henry Timrod

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Birds sing to the blossoms; / Blind, dreaming your pink, / These blush to the songsters, / Your music they think. / So well had you taught them, / To look and to sing; / Your bloom and your music; / The ways of the Spring. Isaac Rosenberg

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