I feel the spring far off, far off, The faint, far scent of bud and leaf --Oh, how can spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright --How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight?
The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves --How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple-blooms will shed their breath --But what of all the lovers now Parted by Death, Grey Death?
