"The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Plowboy is whooping-anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
The rain is over and gone!"
“March” by William Wordsworth
Antonio Vivaldi’s Spring (The Four Seasons), performed at The National Botanical Gardens of Wales by Julia Fischer and accompanied by the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields.
Alisa Williams is Spirituality Editor at SpectrumMagazine.org.
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