Holy, all-holy Spring,
Your womb is snow
Your mother the Time
Father the all-loving Sun;
Golden mountains!
The spring-dawn is here!
Oh, it winds ‘round
The crop, the tree, the stone;
Spills into the streams.
The wildlife bursts with new-found vigor,
The cities echo alive!
Oh, both nature and culture in tune!
And love blossoms midst the roses
More crimson, more pleasant than the
Flower. And love! And I love!
The cool spring soothes the warm
Winter wounds.
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
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