A DESCRIPTION OF THE SPRING
And now all nature seemed in love; The lusty sap began to move; New juice did stir the embracing vines. And birds bad drawn their valentines; The jealous trout that now did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. Already were the eaves possessed With the swift pilgrim’s daubed l nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel’s triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy football swain, Joan strokes a sillabub or twain. The field and gardens were beset With tulip, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blulh disclose. Thus all looked gay, all full of cheer, To welcome the new liveried year. • —Sir Henry Wotton (1568-1639),
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New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12181, 4 July 1925, Page 16
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157A DESCRIPTION OF THE SPRING New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12181, 4 July 1925, Page 16
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