I’ve said it before

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Goodness knows if I’ve ever read the rest of this poem, Atalanta in Calydon, but I seem to have known this one particular verse for ever, and quoted it here at least once already.
Anyway, today in the park it seemed appropriate at last.