Nature's old felicities.
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.