Up, up, let us greet
The season so sweet,
For winter is gone:
And the flowers are springing,
And little birds singing,
Their soft notes ringing,
And bright is the sun!
Where all was drest
In a snowy vest,
There grass is growing
With dew-drops glowing,
And flowers are seen
On beds so green.
All down in the grove,
Around, above,
Sweet music floats;
As now loudly vying,
The nightingale’s plying
Her tuneful notes,
And joyous at spring
Her companions sing.
Up, maidens, repair
To the meadows so fair
And dance we away
This mery May!
Yet, though May is blooming,
And summer is coming,
And birds may sing,
What boots me the joy
If my fair, too coy,
This heart will wring?
If that auburn hair,
Those eyes so fair,
Those lips so smiling,
Are only beguiling
And piercing my heart
With witching art?
(Godfrey of Nifen)
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