'A mad piper, indeed, this spring, with his wonderful lying music, - ever lying, yet ever convincing, for when was Spring known to keep his word? Yet year after year we give eager belief to his promises. He may have consistently broken them for fifty years, yet this year he will keep them. This year the dream will come true, the ship come home. This year the very dead we have loved shall come back to us again: for Spring can even lie like that. There is nothing he will not promise the poor hungry human heart, with his innocent-looking daisies and those practised liars the birds. Why, one branch of hawthorn against the sky promises more than all the summers of time can pay, and a pond ablaze with yellow lilies awakens such answering splendours and enchantments in mortal bosoms, - blazons, it would seem, so august a message from the hidden heart of the world, - that ever afterwards, for one who has looked upon it, the most fortunate human existence must seem a disappointment.'
from The Quest of the Golden Girl by Richard le Gallienne (Book I, Chapter III)
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