Quotes on Springtime

Now Nature hangs her mantle green_x000D_ _x000D_ On every blooming tree,_x000D_ _x000D_ And spreads her sheets o'daisies white_x000D_ _x000D_ Out o'er the grassy lea.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Well-apparel'd April on the heel_x000D_ _x000D_ Of limping Winter treads.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

Flower in the crannied wall,_x000D_ _x000D_ I pluck you out of the crannies,_x000D_ _x000D_ I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,_x000D_ _x000D_ Little flower-but if I could understand_x000D_ _x000D_ What you are, root and all, all in all,_x000D_ _x000D_ I should know what God and man is.

I have seen the Lady April bringing_x000D_ _x000D_ the daffodils,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bringing the springing grass and the_x000D_ _x000D_ soft warm April rain.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.

When I go into the garden with a spade and dig a bed I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.

It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—