Nothing is so beautiful as 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.