A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.

A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, read more

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a read more

If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.

in Just--
spring when the world is mud--
luscious the little
lame balloonman
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in Just--
spring when the world is mud--
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee