O Spring Dear Come

O spring dear come!
Filled the barren lonesome
With thy verdure sweet prime
In early cuckoo's persuasive rhyme.

The roses turned futile,
The Pine trees sheds naked
Only the wild winds shuffle
And the ol' sky grim and darked.

Sing O sweeting Cuckoo!
Lull the feeble Nature too,
Startle O deary Nightingale!
Enchant thy fancy songs up'n misty vale.

O spring dear come!
Filled the barren lonesome
With thy verdure sweet prime
By early cuckoo's persuasive rhyme.


Caleb Gangmei