Can't you feel the joy of spring in these lines of Shelley's poetry......
The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness,
The boundless, overflowing bursting gladness,
The vaporous exaltation not to be confined!
Ha! Ha! the animation of delight
Which wraps me, like an atmosphere of light
And bears me as a cloud is borne by its own wind.
(Prometheus Unbound, IV, 319-324)
