Fresh flowers will spread fragrance far and near, Like roses when the winter`s passed away, And spring displays its marvellous array, While through the trees white scattered blossoms peer. The bees hum in the air sun-drenched and clear, The shepherd`s up by golden break of day, Loud trills the nightingale on many a spray - All nature is aglow with joyful cheer. I know I scarce deserve such bliss; my mind Is full of dread that you may still disdain These poems or be vexed by them again. Let them at least some little favour find With you; to ease by it his bitter pain, A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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