Fontplay: Rejuvenation

     
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.Algernon Charles Swinburne  (1837–1909)
      Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
       
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
      No. 1333 (c.1875)
       
in Just—
spring when the world is mud—
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and weee e cummings (1894–1962)
      Chansons Innocentes (1923)
 The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.Robert Frost (1874–1963)
      Two Tramps in Mud Time (1936) O! how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
      The Two Gentlemen of Verona
       
Give me the splendid silent sun
  with all his beams full-dazzling.Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
      Leaves of Grass (1855; 1891–92)

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)
      Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600)
      The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom,
and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and
flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover,
springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage,
that lusty month of May.

      Sir Thomas Malory (d. 1471)
      Le Morte d'Arthur (1485)

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.Robert Herrick (1591–1674)
      Hesperides (1648) 

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