In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnishd dove; — Spring (season)

"Snow-dropped, crocused, and violeted Spring, in the country, was beginning to consider about making her will, and leaving her legacies of full-blown flowers and green fruit to Summer"

"Thus came the lovely spring with a rush of blossoms and music, Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with melodies vernal."

"And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring, And the rosebud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring."

"The years at the spring, And days at the morn; Mornings at seven; The hill-sides dew-pearld; The larks on the wing; The snails on the thorn;Gods in His heaven— Alls right with the world!"

"...the sun had come back over the Forest, bringing with it the scent of May, and all the streams of the Forest were tinkling happily to find themselves their own pretty shape again, and the little pools lay dreaming of the life they had seen and the big things they had done, and in the warmth and quiet of the Forest the cuckoo was trying over his voice carefully and listening to see if he liked it, and wood-pigeons were complaining gently to themselves in their lazy comfortable way that it was the other fellows fault, but it didnt matter very much..."

"What a glorious time of the year is this! With the warm sun travelling through serene skies, the air clear and fresh above you, which instils new blood in the body, making one defiantly tramp the earth, kicking the snows aside in the scorn of action."