Alfred Tennyson ‘Summer is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,’ Yes, my wild little Poet….

Robert Herrick Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne Upon her wings presents the god unshorne.                      See how Aurora throwes her faire                      Fresh-quilted colours through the aire:                     …

Charlotte Mew I so liked Spring last year Because you were here; – The thrushes too – Because it was these you so liked to hear – I so liked…

Geoffrey Chaucer Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is…

Emily Dickinson Dear March—Come in— How glad I am— I hoped for you before— Put down your Hat— You must have walked— How out of Breath you are— Dear March,…

Dante (1265-1321) Midway this way of life we’re bound upon, I woke to find myself in a dark wood, Where the right road was wholly lost and gone. Ay me!…

Bad-tempered, I got back: Then, In the Garden, The Willow Tree….

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let…

Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent. I saw i’ the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten’d, As eyes…

Glory be to God for dappled things, For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow, For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches’ wings; Landscape plotted…

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are…