Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring;
Everything did banish moan.[34]
He leads us where we may
See the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.[35]
The movement of spring and the renewal of the activity of the birds are well pictured in the song at the end of Love’s Labour’s Lost:
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,