Spring, spring, has come, while yet the landscape bears
Its fleecy burden of unmelted snow!
Now may the zephyr gently ‘gin to blow,
To melt the nightingale’s sweet frozen tears.
Anon
Spring, spring, has come, while yet the landscape bears
Its fleecy burden of unmelted snow!
Now may the zephyr gently ‘gin to blow,
To melt the nightingale’s sweet frozen tears.
Anon