Brave to the amorous sun, who, fearing, grieves,
At last the tree’s whole heart with love is crowned—
The rose-red flowers warm against the leaves,
The rose-red petals sweet against the ground.
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Good-Bye Sorrow
Day that began with a tear,
Will you end with a sigh?
Stay! See the blossoming year,
Laugh up to the sky.
Nay, here’s a hope for your fear,
Sweet sorrow—good-bye!