Spring comes hither <br />Buds the rose . . . <br />Roses wither <br />Sweet spring goes . . . <br />O ja là <br />O ja là . . . <br />Would she carry me. <br /> <br />Summer soars <br />Wide-wing'd day . . . <br />White light pours <br />Flies away . . . <br />O ja là <br />O ja là . . . <br />Would he carry me. <br /> <br />Soft winds blow <br />Westward borne . . . <br />Onward go <br />Towards the morn <br />O ja là <br />O ja là . . . <br />Would they carry me. <br /> <br />Sweet birds sing <br />O'er the graves <br />Then take wing <br />O'er the waves <br />O ja là <br />O ja là . . . <br />Would they carry me.<br /><br />George Eliot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-comes-hither/
