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Welcome, O Stork! that dost wing / Thy flight from the far-away! / Thou hast brought us the signs of Spring, / Thou hast made our sad hearts gay.
Descend, O Stork! descend / Upon our roof to rest; / In our ash-tree, O my friend, / My darling, make thy nest.
To thee, O Stork, I complain, / O Stork, to thee I impart / The thousand sorrows, the pain / And aching of my heart.
When thou away didst go, / Away from this tree of ours, / The withering winds did blow, / And dried up all the flowers.
Dark grew the brilliant sky, / Cloudy and dark and drear; / They were breaking the snow on high, / And winter was drawing near.
From Varaca's rocky wall, / From the rock of Varaca unrolled, / the snow came and covered all, / And the green meadow was cold.
O Stork, our garden with snow / Was hidden away and lost, / Mid the rose-trees that in it grow / Were withered by snow and frost.