Where have you gone sweet summer breeze
which swayed the branches of leaf clad trees?
Alas cruel winter has replaced you my friend
and I await the day when this torment shall end.
No grassy hills, no buzzing of a hundred bees
just dark days, all the things which displease.
Come sweet summer, come quickly to me
and spare me this oppressive misery.
Longing for those balmy star filled nights.
those clandestine meetings such sweet delights.
No joy is found in this ice and snow.
Begone foul season and cold winds which blow!