Written In March

As winter is finally ending (we hope), I dream of the spring days ahead!

Written In March

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping - anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clounds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

-William Wordsworth