I simply adore Spring, especially its last days when the air is warm, the sun is pleasant and the roses are in full swing.
Speaking of roses, I love the bit of comedy in this poem.
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree.
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turnd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
Have rosy day!