The fisher seeks his ’customed nook;
And bursting through the crackling sedge
That crowns the current’s caverned edge,
He startles from the bordering wood
The bashful wild-ducks early brood.”
A considerable number of plants flower in this month, which Bloomfield beautifully describes.
Neglected now the early daisy lies,
Nor thou, pale primrose, bloom’st the only prize,
Advancing Spring profusely spreads abroad
Flowers of all hues with sweetest fragrance stored,