One of my favorite poems has always been Robert Browning’s wonderful “Song from Pippa Passes”:
The year’s at the Spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his heaven;
All’s right with the world!
After a winter like the one we’ve had in New York City, it couldn’t possibly be a more appropriate poem to celebrate the Spring. Here is a Spring photo that I took this morning. I kind of can’t quite believe it yet that winter is, indeed, over – and Spring is really here! To see some additional photos of New York in this, my favorite season, please check out my Fine Art Photography website here:
http://carolynquinn.artistwebsites.com/
Rejoice, it’s Spring!
Splendiferous Everything 
A favorite of mine too, Carolyn, along with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s works. Have a great day my friend. Sue D.
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You have a great day, too – it’s beautiful out there!
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looking for quote about spring whose only line I remember is…..”so viva la spring”
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Cool! My favorite poem of all time is the one that mentions Spring and goes, “The year’s at the Spring, and Spring’s at the morn, morning’s at seven, the hillside’s dew-pearled; the lark’s on the wing, the snail’s on the thorn, God’s in his heaven – all’s right with the world!” It’s called “Song from Pippa Passes,” what a child sings as she passes by.
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