Because Spring is approaching...

Spring Quiet Christina Rossetti (1847)

Gone were but the Winter,   Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert   Where the birds sing. Where in the whitethom   Sings a thrush, And a robin sings   In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents   Are the budding boughs Arching high over   A cool green house: Full of sweet scents,   And whispering air Which says softly:   “We spread no snare; “Here dwell in safety,   Here dwell alone, With a clear stream   And a mossy stone. “Here the sun shines   Most shadily; Here is heard an echo   Of the far sea,   Though far off it be.”