Not Swinburne time yet

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins ;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses,the night that wins ;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

I can remember learning this poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne at school, and rather liking it. It came to mind today when I saw this polyanthus peeping through some dead leaves. Unfortunately, looking at today's news in the UK, winter's rains and ruins are still going strong though the worst we've had so far is wind that's enough to blow you off your feet, torrential rain and hail loud enough to wake you up in the middle of the night.
Other areas haven't got off so lightly, and I really feel for everyone whose homes and livelihoods have been ruined by floods.