And there is a swirl as of smoke, within it flame,
and a weak voice says, 'where are the dreams thou
hadest? If they die, love dieth and there is nothing.
Dream again, o little ones, to become great.'
Cold winds of winter have blown far away
springtime is our time
and love is today.
Kisses and blossoms
...
Cold winds of winter
have blown far away-
Springtime is now time
and love is today.
...
I dreamed I was climbin
up Tom Roche's mountain
and high on the top
there was roses all red
...
Go strain against the enwrapping snare
and curse the silken, delicate bands
...