THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPRING.
John Addington Symonds translation
No. 13.
Vernal hours are sweet as clover, With love's honey running over; Every heart on this earth burning Finds new birth with spring's returning. In the spring-time blossoms flourish, Fields drink moisture, heaven's dews nourish; Now the griefs of maidens, after Dark days, turn to love and laughter. Whoso love, are loved, together Seek their pastime in spring weather; And, with time and place agreeing, Clasp, kiss, frolic, far from seeing.
Gradually the form of the one girl whom the lyrist loves emerges from this wealth of description.