line Meaner in Pan. 
Ijeigh Hv/ru. 
R EADER ! what soul that loves a verse can see 
The Spring return, nor glow like you and me 1 
Hear the rich birds, and see the landscape fill, 
Nor long to utter his harmonious will 1 
This, more than ever, leaps into the veins, 
When Spring has been delayed by winds and rains, 
And, coming like a burst, comes with a show 
Blue all above, and basking green below, 
And all the people culling the sweet prime: 
Then issues forth the bee, to clutch the thyme, 
And the bee-poet rushes into rhyme. 
For lo ! no sooner have the chills withdrawn, 
Than the bright elm is tufted on the lawn; 
The merry sap has run up in the bowers, 
And burst the windows of the buds in flowers ; 
With song the bosoms of the birds run o’er; 
The cuckoo calls j the swallow’s at the door \ 
