Song by Ben Jonson (11th June, 1572 – 6th August, 1637)
So breaks the sun earth’s rugged chains,
Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
So grows both stream and source of price,
That lately fettered were with ice.
So naked trees get crispèd heads,
And coloured coats the roughest meads,
And all get vigour, youth and spright,
That are but looked on by his light.
Red Vineyards by Vincent van Gogh (1888)
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