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