Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours Fair Venus' train appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

I have done one brave thing - Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring - Which is to keep that hid

All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.