by François Coppée (1842 - 1908)
Translation by Horace Smith

A lay of the early spring
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
A lay of the early spring,
Maiden fair, to thee I sing.
While each bird its mate is calling,
And as gentle breezes blow,
Countless flakes of blossom snow
From the orchard trees are falling.

Bird and blossom, maiden sweet,
Teach that lovers true should meet
When all Nature thus rejoices.
Come then, dearest, to the vale
Where the thrush and nightingale
In sweet concert raise their voices,
For when fickle spring departs,
Summer warmth shall fill our hearts
With a love and faith unbroken.


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This text was added to the website: 2016-01-08
Line count: 15
Word count: 85