No. 13 The Sweetness of the Spring
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.