I feel the spring far off, far off,      The faint, far scent of bud and leaf – Oh, how can spring take heart to come      To a world in grief,      Deep grief? The sun turns north, the days grow long,      Later the evening star grows bright – How can the daylight linger on      For men to fight,      Still fight? The grass is waking in the ground,      Soon it will rise and blow in waves – How can it have the heart to sway      Over the graves,      New graves? Under the boughs where lovers walked      The apple-blooms will shed their breath – But what of all the lovers now      Parted by Death,      Grey Death?