Spring in a Shropshire Abbey
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III MARCH " To birdes and bees tes That no blisse ne knoweth, And wild worms in wodes Through wynter thou them grievest, And makest hem welneigh meke, And mylde for default-, And after thou sendest hem somer, That is hiz sovereign joye, And blisse to all that be, Both wilde and tame." Vision of Piers Ploughman. The winds of heaven were blowing, blowing; dust was flying on the roads. The old saying that " a peck is worth a king's ransom " returned to my mind. February fill-dyke had filled the springs and the streams, and now March with his gay sun, and wild winds was drying them as hard as he could. How pleasant it was to see the sun again! He had been almost a stranger in the cold dark months of the young year. Yet early as it was, Phoebus was proud and glorious and at his fiery darts all nature se
...emed to begin and start life afresh. Man, beast, and bird, all felt the mysterious influence of spring, whilst up the stems of all the trees and plants, the sap began to mount again. I woke up early, but the world had already commenced its work, golden rays of sunlight were pouringinto the windows and I found, too, that the restlessness of nature had seized me also, so I went and peeped out of an old chamber that commanded the eastern garden. Outside, there was a sense of great awakening?the sun flashed merrily down on the frosty turf, and the congealed drops were already fast disappearing into the ground. Starlings hurried, hither and thither, like iridescent jewels, snowdrops lifted their heads and waved them triumphantly in the breeze. The quice, as Shropshire folk call wood-pigeons, I heard cooing in their sweet persuasive note in a distant chestnut, and as I fastened back the window the musical hum of bees sporting in the crocuses, caught my ear. Fro...
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