"The golden flowers of March"

"The little white clouds are racing over the sky...
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March.
The daffodill breaks underfoot.. and the tassled branch,
Sways and swings.. as the thrush goes hurrying by.

A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze...
The odour of leaves.. and of grass.. and of newly upturned earth...
The birds are singing for joy of the Springs glad birth...
Hopping from branch to branch.. on the rocking trees.

And all the woods are alive with the murmer and sound of Spring...
And the rosebud breaks.. into pink on the climbing brier,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire...
Girdled round.. with the belt of an amethyst ring.

"Magdalen Walks"..... Oscar Wilde.