I know that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds. - Robert Bridges

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!

Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky.