Written in March

A bit of poetry on this beautiful spring day. Here's an excert from "Written in March" by William Wordsworth

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
and now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is is over and gone!