Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yet. The still small voice of gratitude.

Now the melting pot was full of lumps again.

Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?

I beefed up the half bath with a full shower too.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Having gone through the bad days, makes this even sweeter. This is the best season I've ever played in. This is the best team I've played on, without a doubt.