From Spring Days To Winter （For Music）
In the glad springtime when leaves were green，
O merrily the throstle sings！
I sought， amid the tangled sheen，
Love whom mine eyes had never seen，
O the glad dove has golden wings！
Between the blossoms red and white，
O merrily the throstle sings！
My love first came into my sight，
O perfect vision of delight，
O the glad dove has golden wings！
The yellow apples glowed like fire，
O merrily the throstle sings！
O Love too great for lip or lyre，
Blown rose of love and of desire，
O the glad dove has golden wings！
But now with snow the tree is grey，
Ah， sadly now the throstle sings！
My love is dead： ah！ well-a-day，
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings！
Ah， Love！ ah， Love！ that thou wert slain -
Fond Dove， fond Dove return again！