And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere... And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest ...
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere... And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest ...
Beautiful addition, I particularly like the last line, "And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."