"Then the chant
Of birds, and chime of brooks, and soft caress
Of the fresh sylvan air, made me forget
The thoughts that broke my peace, and I began
To gather simples by the fountain’s brink,
And lose myself in day-dreams. While I stood
In Nature’s loneliness, I was with one
With whom I early grew familiar, one
Who never had a frown for me, whose voice
Never rebuked me for the hours I stole
From cares I loved not, but of which the world
Deems highest, to converse with her."
- A Winter Piece, William Cullen Bryant
The flowers across campus are just finishing their first spring blow-out bloom, daffodils and tulips galore, but the lilacs and magnolias by the library smell so amazing that the whole campus goes sweet at night. Fitting in a bike ride here and there.