English poem
Song
by John Bowring (1792–1872)
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!