SONG.

The winter is gone,

Beloved, arise!

The spring is come on,

The birds are all singing:

Beloved, arise!

The roses are springing;

Earth laughs out in love:

Beloved, arise!

And thou, my sweet dove!

O waste not thy time:

Beloved, arise!

Enjoy the sweet bliss

Of a kiss—of a kiss:

Beloved, arise!

In the hour of thy prime,

Beloved, arise!

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