I dreamed that, as I wandered by way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of water murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling It green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in a dream

- Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822