The narrow bud opens her beauties to the sun

The narrow bud opens her beauties to
​The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

                                                    - William Blake​

Sumer is icumen in
​Lhude sing cucu