And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the spirit of Love felt everywhere And each wild flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. The snowdrop and then the violet Arose from the ground with the warm rain wet And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent From the turf, like the voice and the instrument ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~ ![]() | |||||||
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