Spring

Forth fly the tepid airs; and unconfin'd,

Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays.

Joyous th'impatient husbandman perceives

Relenting nature, and his lusty steers

Drives from their stalls, to where the well-us'd plow

Lies in the furrow, loosen'd from the frost.

There, unrefusing to the harness'd yoke,

They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil,

Chear'd by the simple song and soaring lark.

Meanwhile, incumbent o'er the shining share,

The master leans, removes th' obstructing clay,

Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe.