The birds are singing!

"What did Spring time whisper? O ye rivulets,
Waking from your trance so sad,
Pleased to welcome fisher-lad With his little nets,
Speed, for summer's in the air, Prattle, for the breeze is warm,
Chatter by the otter's lair Bubble past the ivied farm;
Wake the primrose on the banks Bid the violet ope her eyes
Hurry in a flood of thanks Underneath serener skies!
What a revel's coming soon Fairies trooping o'er the leas,
Crowned with wood anemones!
What a haunted heart the thrush Nurses in the blackthorn bush,
Full of splendid songs to sing, Cheery welcomes of the Spring -
Spring is come!" ~ Norman Gale


"And Hark! how blythe the Throstle sings,
He, too, is no mean preacher;" ~ Wordsworth


"Tis the merry nightingale That crowds and hurries and precipitates,
With fast, thick warble, his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth his love chaunt,
And disburthen his full soul of all its' music," ~ Colleridge