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Rh Before the wind of spring Has tangled the fine threads Of the green willow— Now, I would show it To my love."

The time of the cherry blossoms Is not yet past— Yet now they ought to fall Whilst the love of those who look on them Is at its height."

Fall gently O thou rain of spring! And scatter not The cherry flowers Until I have seen them."

When I went out Over the moor, Where the haze was rising, The nightingale sang; Spring, it seems, has come."

My days pass in longing, And my heart melts Like the hoar-frost On the water-plants When spring has come."

In yearning love I have endured till night. But to-morrow's long spring day With its rising mists, How shall I ever pass it?"