TESTO DEL LIED

"See how the trees and the osiers lithe"
di Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)

See how the trees and the osiers lithe
Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe.
The meadows have donned their cape of flowers,
The air is soft with the sweet May showers,
And the birds make melody:
But the spring of the soul, the spring of the soul
Cometh no more for you or for me.
The lazy hum of the busy bees
Murmureth through the almond trees;
'I'he jonquil flaunteth a gay, blonde head,
The primrose peeps from a mossy bed,
And the violets scent the lane.
But the flowers of the soul, the flowers of the soul
For you and for me bloom never again.