Canto CXIII
Now fades the last long streak of snow,Now burgeons every maze of quickAbout the flowering squares, and thickBy ashen roots the violets blow.
Now rings the woodland loud and long,The distance takes a lovelier hue,And drown’d in yonder living blueThe lark becomes a sightless song.
Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,The flocks are whiter down the vale,And milkier every milky sailOn winding stream or distant sea;
Where now the seamew pipes, or divesIn yonder greening gleam, and flyThe happy birds, that change their skyTo build and brood; that live their lives
From land to land; and in my breastSpring wakens too; and my regretBecomes an April violet,And buds and blossoms like the rest.