The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever! The faint silvery warblings heard over the partially bare and moist fields from the bluebird, the song sparrow, and the red wing, as if the last flakes of winter tinkled as they fell! What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring...The sinking sound of melting snow is heard in all the dells, and the ice dissolves apace in the ponds.
Walden
Henry David Thoreau
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