Versos English John Bowring Song

English poem

Song

by (1792–1872)

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The winter is gone, Beloved, arise! The spring is come on, The birds are all singing: Beloved, arise!

The roses are springing; Earth laughs out in love: Beloved, arise! And thou, my sweet dove! O waste not thy time: Beloved, arise!

Enjoy the sweet bliss Of a kiss—of a kiss: Beloved, arise! In the hour of thy prime, Beloved, arise!