- FLY TO SPRING
These wings, that I gladly glidetoward you, my dear sweetheart,
will cross the sky of a thousand miles
and bear the love in a thousand piles.
Then bid me welcome, my sweet one, I am to come!
And bid me stay, by your side –I pray.
O love! The feeling of warmth is overwhelming!
as I fly to my goddes, yes I fly to Spring..