Welcome, O Stork! that dost wing <br />Thy flight from the far-away! <br />Thou hast brought us the signs of Spring, <br />Thou hast made our sad hearts gay. <br /> <br />Descend, O Stork! descend <br />Upon our roof to rest; <br />In our ash-tree, O my friend, <br />My darling, make thy nest. <br /> <br />To thee, O Stork, I complain, <br />O Stork, to thee I impart <br />The thousand sorrows, the pain <br />And aching of my heart. <br /> <br />When thou away didst go, <br />Away from this tree of ours, <br />The withering winds did blow, <br />And dried up all the flowers. <br /> <br />Dark grew the brilliant sky, <br />Cloudy and dark and drear; <br />They were breaking the snow on high, <br />And winter was drawing near. <br /> <br />From Varaca's rocky wall, <br />From the rock of Varaca unrolled, <br />the snow came and covered all, <br />And the green meadow was cold. <br /> <br />O Stork, our garden with snow <br />Was hidden away and lost, <br />Mid the rose-trees that in it grow <br />Were withered by snow and frost.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-stork-armenian-popular-song-from-the-prose-version-of-alishan/
