• Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! There's joy in the mountains: There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone.

    William Wordsworth: Like an army defeated 
 The snow hath retreated, 
 And now doth fare ill 
 On the top of the bare hill; 
 The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon! 
 There's joy in the mountains: 
 There's life in the fountains; 
 Small clouds are sailing, 
 Blue sky prevailing; 
 The rain is over and gone.
    William Wordsworth, Stephen Gill (2000). “The Major Works”, p.248, Oxford University Press, USA