ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirringbirds are on the wing And WINTER, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Work Without Hope", 1825
We put out seeds every morning for the birds, and two blue jays always come by for a meal. With all of the snow everywhere, it just seemed like a striking contrast to me. Glad you like it!