Winter is Past / Hamilton Aide

Winter is Past

Winter is past, Love; again the stream flows:
We two are met who have sorrowed apart;
For each thorn of winter, we'll pluck a spring-rose,
Life of my life, my Love, Heart of my heart!

Spring-time rejoicing, the little birds burn
Crimson with love in the arms of the woods;
Night hath been long, but now day will return,
Wealth of my wealth, my Love, Best of my Goods!

Birds sing already, as though it were June,
Sorrow and snows are both melted away:
Lift up thy voice let us sing the same tune,
Life of my life, my Love, Queen of my May!

~~
Hamilton Aide (1827-1906)
from Songs without Music, 1882

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

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