March 24, 2026

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins;

The days dividing lover and lover.

The light that loses, the night that sins;

And time remembered is grief forgotten,

And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,

And in green underwood and cover

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

A. C. Swinburne