• And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.

    Oscar Wilde: And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
 And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
 And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
 Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
    Oscar Wilde (2014). “Poems”, p.37, Simon and Schuster