After describing the return of Spring, and her grief and astonishment at the spectacle of earth, pale, frozen, seemingly dead, he continues,—
"She fell upon
The corse, and warmed it. The natural earth,
Which was not dead but slept, unclosed her eyes;
Then Spring, o'erawed at her own miracle,
Fell on her knees.
Meanwhile the attendant birds,—her haste outstript,—
Chasing her voice, crowd round, and fill the air
With jocund loyalty.
With flowers Spring dressed the Earth;