O, how this spring of love resembleth
  The uncertain glory of an April day!
  The Tempest, Act i.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  When proud-pied April, dressed all in his trim,
  Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Sonnet XCVIII.  SHAKESPEARE.

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come. The Seasons:  Spring.  J. THOMSON.

But yesterday all life in bud was hid;
But yesterday the grass was gray and sere;
To-day the whole world decks itself anew
In all the glorious beauty of the year.
Sudden Spring in New England.  C. WELSH.

                       When April winds
  Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
  Of scarlet flowers.
The Fountains.  W.C.  BRYANT.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o’ daisies white
Out o’er the grassy lea.
Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots.  R. BURNS.

  Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring,
  With sudden passion languishing,
  Teaching barren moors to smile,
  Painting pictures mile on mile,
  Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths
  Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
May Day.  R.W.  EMERSON.

  Spring’s last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet,
  Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet,
    And golden locks in breezy play,
  Half teasing and half tender, to repeat
    Her song of “May.”
May.  S.C.  WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

  For May wol have no slogardie a-night. 
  The seson priketh every gentil herte,
  And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
Canterbury Tales:  The Knightes Tale.  CHAUCER.

  When daisies pied, and violets blue,
  And lady-smocks all silver-white,
  And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
  Do paint the meadows with delight.
Love’s Labor’s Lost, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  SUMMER.

  Then came the jolly Sommer, being dight
  In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene,
  That was unlyned all, to be more light,
  And on his head a garlande well beseene.
Faerie Queene, Bk.  VII.  E. SPENSER.

  All green and fair the Summer lies,
  Just budded from the bud of Spring,
  With tender blue of wistful skies,
  And winds which softly sing.
Menace.  S.C.  WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

  From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
  Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
  In pride of youth, and felt through Nature’s depth;
  He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
  And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
The Seasons:  Summer.  J. THOMSON.

  From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound,
  A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees, and ground. 
  The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo.
A Midsummer Song.  R.W.  GILDER.