Tara, tantara, teino!
Here is a song entitled The Vow to Cupid.
Winter, now thy spite is spent,
Frost and ice and branches bent!
Fogs and furious storms are o'er,
Sloth and torpor, sorrow frore,
Pallid wrath, lean discontent.
Comes the graceful band of May!
Cloudless shines the limpid day,
Shine by night the Pleiades;