When daffodils begin to peer,
With hey the doxy over the dale,
Why then comes in the sweet of the year
And the red blood reigns in the winter’s pale.
~ William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
And hark! How blithe the Throstle sings,
He, too, is no mean preacher;
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
~ William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
The snowdrop and then the violet,
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet;
And their breath was mixed with sweet-odour sent
from the turf like the voice and the instrument.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)
All poems and drawings are taken from Edith Holden’s “The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady”, first published in 1977. A delightful book!