Spring days come smelling Of thawed dog; Rivers unfreeze; a fringe Of flowers crowns the bog. Park chains relax and life arrives, All ages and every look; Life invites the worm to wriggle, The fish to leap its brook. New lovers find the river As rivers find the sea; With picnic hampers and beer They leisurely fish or leisurely pee. "Spring must give way to summer, What's good must give way to great," So they think without a thought And fish where they did skate. "It's roses, roses all the way," Laugh the lovers young. They dangle lines from warping docks And with casual thumbs Shove small-hearted worms on hooks. "Just look at how they strive!" They say, and drop them in the drink. The old say nothing, having lived.