Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm, new life, new beauty, unfolding, unrolling in glorious exuberant extravagance — new birds in their nests, new winged ones in the air, and new leaves, new flowers, spreading, shining, rejoicing everywhere.
Come, let us go snow-viewing till we are buried.
Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York.