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season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
- John Keats
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide.

Loveliest of Trees / A. E. Housman
“spring!...spring!.spring!”
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.~ T. S. Eliot

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower – but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is Flower in the Crannied Wall / Alfred Lord Tennyson
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs He sets the jewelprint of your feet In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. -----------Alfred Lord Tennyson
So this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over, a new one just begun
“deep night In the snowy Garden