|0W do tawny bees, along 
Plundering sweets from blossoms, hum; 
Now do showers of joyous song 
Down from larks, up-mounting, come ; 
Every thing 
Now doth sing, 
Welcome gladness—welcome spring 
Now do those, in joy that walk 
Shadowed wood and chequered lane, 
Stay their steps, and hush their talk, 
Till the cuckoo calls again ; 
Till anew 
Hush! cuckoo,— 
Hark! it comes the wood-depths through. 
Now the Woods are starred with eyes; 
Now their weeds and mosses through, 
Peep the white anemones, 
Daisies pink, and violets blue; 
Flowers, they spring; — 
Birds, they sing ; — 
All to swell the pomp of spring. 
William Cox Bennett. 
