“So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime’s hour our love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing what I could sing... To… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the… — H. V. Morton Copy Share Image
