There is no time like Spring, When life’s alive in everything, Before new thinking blooms, Before the world’s delight, And all the clouds are fled;

The blackbirds sing their boldest song, And lucent starlings eat the dead, The trees are clad in clover, Let the breeze arise again.

But never mind their fears; What a wonderful start for us, And how the moon grows bolder When the stars come twinkling down.

• Alfred Lord Tennyson