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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Spring Song

By Ludwig Heinrich Christoph Hölty (1748–1776)

Translation of Alfred Baskerville

THE SNOW melts fast,

May comes at last,

Now shoots each spray

Forth blossoms gay,

The warbling bird

Around is heard.

Come, twine a wreath,

And on the heath

The dance prepare

Ye maidens fair!

Come, twine a wreath,

Dance on the heath!

Who can foretell

The tolling bell,

When we with May

No more shall play?

Canst thou foretell

The coming knell?

Rejoice, rejoice!

To speak his voice

Who gave us birth

For joy on earth.

God gives us time,—

Enjoy its prime.