The sun just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone.

Is it so small a thing / To have enjoyed the sun, / To have lived light in the spring, / To have loved, to have thought, to have done?

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade