Ode on the Spring

Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours,          Fair Venus’ train appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers,          And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo’s note,          The untaught harmony of spring: While whisp’ring pleasure as they fly, Cool zephyrs thro’ the clear blue sky          Their gather’d fragrance fling. Ode on the Spring… Read More Ode on the Spring