Is may to bloom without thee
My beautiful Hellen
And spring spread green about thee
And come not near thy dwelling
If thou art absent Hellen
The spring is abscent too
The birds no tales are telling
The morning brings no dew


The white-thorn bloom is swelling
The white flower peeping through
I thought of absent Hellen
And keen the winter blew
Free as the air I ranged
With Hellen cheerful hearted
But o how nature changed
When Hellen she departed


The grass and thorn turned black
Flowers frost nipt in the blast
As spring would ne'er come back
And the summer time was past
When spring flowers tales are telling
And birds begin to sing
I still expected Hellen
Would blossom with the spring
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