I gave My Love the Summer's Day
the Autumn Moon
the Winter's Night
yet never was she happier
than when she drank of Spring
My Love I gave the precious Dill
the fragrant Campernelle Jonquil
yet still he yearned for that he knew that only Spring could bring.
Gave to My Love the aqua sea
warm golden sands
the sway of peace
but Spring thereof implored My Love to want no other thing.
Of time and place My Love I gave
Antiquity
and all to see
and there My Love
in toil and deed
in birth and death
in want and need
rejoiced for liberation
from that Spring
to which in adulation
oft My Love
would cling.
to which in adulation
oft My Love
would cling.