That with kind warmth doth repair
Winter’s ruins; from whose breast
All the gums and spice o’ the East
Borrow their perfumes; whose eye
Gilds the morn, and clears the sky;
Whose disheveled tresses shed
Pearls upon the violet bed.
—THOMAS CAREW.
A wealth of clover clothes the place
Where, clad in buff-lined coats of blue,