Leaves come not golden in springtime,
Rain comes scarce in Summer,
Tears comes not in a love sublime,
To lovers who never suffer.
Scarce leaves are there in Winter,
Snow there is none in Autumn,
Then should for love one meander?
When to true love's land He's come.
There's no hurricane in a zephyr,
As no serenity in a storm,
As in daytime invisible is the star,
That at night the skies adorn.
To me you're gold in springtime,
And summer's welcome shower,
Through winter you are snow all the time,
In summer my leaves and glower.
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