SPRING at LAST...

 First day of spring. I have been reading poems by Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892). (From my ancient "1000 Beautiful Things" poetry book, published  in 1948.)
Alfred  was the mover and  shaker of his day.  He had star status . Just like Justin Mieber, Tennyson was   mobbed so many times by the public that he took a home on the Isle of Wight, after becoming appointed a Baron by Queen Victoria. Way to go, Alfred! 
   So here is  SPRING by Tennyson......

 Now fades the last long streak of snow,

 Now burgeons every maze of quick

 About the flowering squares, and thick ashen roots the violets blow.

 Now rings the woodland loud and long,

 The distance takes a lovelier hue,

 And drowned in yonder living blue

 The lark becomes a sightless song.

 Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,

 The flocks are whiter down the vale,

 And milkier every milky sail, on winding stream or distant sea.

 Where now the seamew pipes, or dives in yonder green gleam and fly

 The happy birds, that change their sky,

 To build and brood,

 That live their lives.

 From land to land,

 and in my breast

 SPRING wakens too; and my regret

 Becomes an April violet,

 And buds and blossoms , Like the rest......

"Spring" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)