How imperceptibly the first springing takes place!
Shall a man not have his spring as well as the plants?
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man’s discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
So mild the air a pleasure ’twas to breathe,
For what seems heaven above was earth beneath.
No mortal is alert enough to be present at the first dawn of spring.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.
In a pleasant spring morning all men’s sins are forgiven.
One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have the leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in.
The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!