Spring, come gentle spring, don’t be shy
Let the night be night, and forbid me cry
Where is love, with flights of fancy?
Where is love, when works are cruel?
Where is love, this whim of mind?
Why can’t I see, nights renewal?
Questions posed, and pen stands still
Do I write this grist for mill?
Thoughts are free, and spring is here
Wondrous views with gardens near
Hear the sounds, of heart’s delight
I hear no sound, just the night
Keep me in thy gentle hand
When all is dark, upon this land
Keep me tender, oft I cry
Keep me loving, I gently sigh
Show me spring, when birds are free
Show me love, upon your knee
Let me stand, as earth is strong
Hold me up, amidst the throng
Caress the night, and show me sleep
Dry my tears, lost and deep
Hear my footsteps, come to thee
How soft the earth, I cannot flee
Gentle spring, come gentle spring
I feel your love, I now can sing
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