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No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. / Spanish Proverb
The sun is bright, -- the air is clear, / The darting swallows soar and sing. / And from the stately elms I hear / The bluebird prophesying Spring.
So blue you winding river flows, / It seems an outlet from the sky, / Where waiting till the west-wind blows, / The freighted clouds at anchor lie.
All things are new; -- the buds, the leaves, / That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest, / And even the nest beneath the eaves; -- / There are no birds in last year's nest!
All things rejoice in youth and love, / The fulness of their first delight! / And learn from the soft heavens above / The melting tenderness of night.
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, / Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; / Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, / For oh, it is not always May!
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, / To some good angel leave the rest; / For Time will teach thee soon the truth, / There are no birds in last year's nest!