Tune: “Groping for Fish”
How much more can Spring bear of wind and rain?
To ohastily, I fear, ‘till leave again.
Lovers of Spring would fear to see the flowers red
Budding too soon and fallen petals too wide spread.
O Spring, please stay!
I’ve heard it said that sweet grass far away
Would stop you from seeing your backward way.
But I’ve not heard
Spring say a word,
Only the busy spiders weave
Webs all day by the painted eave
To keep the willow-down from taking leave.
Could a disfavored consort again to favor rise?
Could Beauty not be envied by green eyes?
Even if favor could be bought back again,
To whom of this unanswered love can she complain?
Do not dance then!
Have you not seen
Both plump and slender beauties turn to dust?
Bitterest grief is just
That you can’t do
What you want to.
O! do not lean
On overhaning rails where the setting sun sees