[66]
WHEN hunting my last in the forest I heard
In my first, as I passed, the song of a bird;
If you seek in my whole you ’ll discover the word.
[67]
MY second once again is running clear,
The young green of my whole begins to appear,
All things my first to show that spring is here.
[68]
My whole was a queen
Of disconsolate mien
Who built a large pile in the past;
In sorrow immersed,
She vowed to my first,
And that ’s what she vowed to my last.