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！