A Spring Dirge + 

Sad, sad, sad⁠— + 

In vain thou comest, Spring; + 

Sad, sad, sad⁠— + 

In vain thy birds all sing: + 

Perfumeless is thy rose; + 

Thy breeze, which softly blows, + 

Disturbs my sea of woes, + 

Ay, Death is on the wing. + 

Gone, gone, gone⁠— + 

Go seek her, mocking Spring; + 

Gone, gone, gone⁠— + 

Aside thy garlands fling; + 

Destroy thy laughing bower; + 

Call back an April shower + 

To weep with me this hour: + 

He came, not reckoning. + 

Love, love, love⁠— + 

What sendest thou with Spring? + 

Love, love, love⁠— + 

What tidings these birds bring! + 

They tell me they can hear + 

Thee, in a higher sphere; + 

But can that dry a tear, + 

Or give my wish a wing? + 