Spring is coming, spring is coming, Birdies, build your nest; Weave   together straw and feather, Doing each your best. Spring is coming, spring is coming, Flowers are coming too: Pansies, lilies, daffodillies Now are coming through. Spring is coming, spring is coming, All around is _ , Shimmer   and quiver   on the river, Joy is everywhere. ----William Blake The poet felt   _   when he was writing the poem.
surprised lonely happy sad