0Anonymous Translation. Pierre Ronsard, 1524–1586.
ODE TO SPRING.
Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire,
Hoar Winter’s blooming child—delightful Spring!
Whose unshorn locks with leaves
And swelling buds are crown’d;
From the green islands of eternal youth,
Crown’d with fresh blooms and ever-springing shade,
Turn, thither turn thy step,
O thou whose powerful voice,