This view of springtime is from the lobby of Odell Public Library, 307 S. Madison Street, Morrison, IL. Poets share their thoughts on this enchanting season.
Came the Spring with all its splendor, All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha
Come, gentle Spring, eternal mildness, come; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. James Thomson, The Seasons
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. John Milton, Tractate of Education
Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still And all the loveliest things there be Come simply so, it seems to me. Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Goose-Girl
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Alfred Lord Tennyson, Locksley Hall