text: I feel the spring far off, far off,
      The faint, far scent of bud and leaf
  Oh, how can spring take heart to come
      To a world in grief,
      Deep grief?
  
  The sun turns north, the days grow long,
      Later the evening star grows bright
  How can the daylight linger on
      For men to fight,
      Still fight?
  
  The grass is waking in the ground,
      Soon it will rise and blow in waves
  How can it have the heart to sway
      Over the graves,
      New graves?
  
  Under the boughs where lovers walked
      The apple-blooms will shed their breath
  But what of all the lovers now
      Parted by Death,
      Grey Death?