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Up from the South come the birds that were banished, / Frightened away by the presence of frost. / Back to the vale comes the verdure that vanished, / Back to the forest the leaves that were lost. / Over the hillside the carpet of splendour, / Folded through Winter, Spring spreads down again; / Along the horizon, the tints that were tender, / Lost hues of Summer-time, burn bright as then.
Only the mountains' high summits are hoary, / To the ice-fettered river the sun gives a key. / Once more the gleaming shore lists to the story / Told by an amorous Summer-kissed sea. / All things revive that in Winter time perished, / The rose buds again in the light o' the sun, / All that was beautiful, all that was cherished, / Sweet things and dear things and all things-save one.