Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough . 

--A. E. Housman

Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu

--Anonymous Middle English Lyric

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

--William Wordsworth

I cannot hold my peace, John Keats;
There never was a spring like this;

--Countee Cullen

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