SONG — SPRING

By George Meredith

When buds of palm do burst and spread

Their downy feathers in the lane,

And orchard blossoms, white and red,

Breathe Spring delight for Autumn gain;

And the skylark shakes his wings in the rain;

O then is the season to look for a bride!

Choose her warily, woo her unseen;

For the choicest maids are those that hide

Like dewy violets under the green.