Here's a pair of poetic fragments for everyone shiveringly awaiting the arrival of meteorological spring:
Gone is the winter of my misery,
My spring appears; O see what here doth grow!
--Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophil and Stella, no.69
If it's ever spring again,
Spring again,
I shall go where went I when
Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen,
Seeing me not, amid their flounder,
Standing with my arm around her;
If it's ever spring again,
Spring again,
I shall go where went I then.
--Thomas Hardy
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