Silent no more in yet naked boughs
Perch pigeons, courting; while starlings, swifts
Rival rooks and crows
In skilful springtime song:
Not stinting in their lilting, warbling, chirping.
Gone the cold cruelty of dark days,
The silent brooding,
Interminable rain, thick clouds that
Mar sight of future joys. But now, at last,
Eternal summer is promised by the shout of yellow daffodils.