No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The Spring I seek is in a new face only.
There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.
Summer is very precious.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
If you can visualize the whole of spring and see Paradise with the eye of belief, you may understand the utter majesty of everlasting Beauty. If you respond to that Beauty with the beauty of belief and worship, you will be a most beautiful creature.
Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.
For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.