O if we but knew what we do when we delve or hew -- hack and rack the >>
Towery city and branching between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed >>
Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long >>
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! >>
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. >>
Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long >>
Nothing is so beautiful as spring -- when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.