Hasten
down, all you of golden minds
Young
or worldly, true and comely chaste
Brightly
rise, swiftly step and hasten hence.
Prick
up your spirits, leave your dullness behind
Out
of the brightly lit, merry fete of Spring,
Cast
off all that hinders your supplicant will.
Twirl
and lively dance to sing and shout,
Mid
wine inspired jubilation of festival.
Chirp
the bird, cry the wolf and hoo the owl.
For
upon the humbled visage of my soul,
Do
invite all who wish to see and speak the voice,
For
she is here, to hold our hearts and cheer thy soul.
Greet
Summer's dawn and Winter's gone,
A
hearty price was paid, anon call in the glade,
Now
roar and sleep no more, till Winter's door,
We
curse once more.
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