SONG
.
SPRING
returns
,
the
flowrets
blow
;
Will
hope
return
?
ah
,
no
!
ah
,
no
!
With
the
dreams
of
youth
she
flies
,
And
like
the
rose
,
her
emblem
,
dies
.
Fancy
droops
beneath
the
shade
,
And
all
the
gay
delights
are
fled
.
Spring
returns
,
the
flowrets
blow
;
Will
hope
return
?
ah
,
no
!
ah
,
no
!