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From Spring Days to Winter (Author: Oscar Wilde)

p.793

(For Music)

  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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!
  4. 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!