Winter flees; spring, laden with fragrance,
Returns, followed by Cupids and Flora;
Love tomorrow, whoever has never loved,
Whoever was a lover, tomorrow let him be one still!
Winter was the sole master of the seasons,
When Venus emerged from the breast of the wave;
Her first breath gave birth to spring,
And spring made the world blossom forth.
Burning summer has its plentiful harvests,
Rich autumn has its enclosed vineyards,
Shivering winter its mantle of ice,
But spring has love and roses.
Winter flees; spring, laden with fragrance,
Returns, followed by Cupids and Flora;
Love tomorrow, whoever has never loved,
Whoever was a lover, tomorrow let him be one still!
Gérard de Nerval
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