those months the trees were bare, and the earth chill and brown, and under the earth the flowers hid themselves in fear and awaited the return of the fair daughter of Demeter.
And evermore has she come and gone, and seedtime and harvest have never failed, and the cold, sleeping world has awaked and rejoiced, and heralded with the song of birds, and the bursting of green buds and the blooming of flowers, the resurrection from the dead—the coming of spring.
"Time calls, and Change
"Commands both men and gods, and speeds us on
"We know not whither; but the old earth smiles
"Spring after spring, and the seed bursts again
"Out of its prison mould, and the dead lives
"Renew themselves, and rise aloft and soar
"And are transformed, clothing themselves with change,
"Till the last change be done."—Lewis Morris.
