Collegia – Ode 62: Spring

How the small bird doth sing,
And everything
Wake in the spring!
How the grey chill doth wing
Away, away!
Sing, ye warblers, sing:
How the grey chill doth wing
Away, away!

How the blue rivulet
By rivulet
Makes one forget
The winter and its threat
And days of grey!
Sing, ye warblers, sing:
How the grey chill doth wing
Away, away!

How the white cloudlets race
Across the space
Of heaven’s face!
Now flees the gloom apace
Away, away.
Sing, ye warblers, sing:
How the grey chill doth wing
Away, away!

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