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LONGING FOR SPRING by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE

First Line: ALAS, THE WINTER HAS HURT US EVERYWHERE
Last Line: WHERE THE FROST LIES NOW, I'LL PLUCK A NOSEGAY.
Subject(s): SPRING;
Alas, the winter has hurt us everywhere.
The forest and the heath are both so bare,
Where many a sweet voice resounded through the air.
Ah, if on the street I saw the maidens fair
Play ball, the songs of birds would be there.

I should like to sleep through winter's delay.
Jealous I grow when awake I stay,
Because the winter has such a mighty sway.
God knows at last he yields unto May,
Where the frost lies now, I'll pluck a nosegay.



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