Spring To Last

I fear not death, but death without rebirth;
For how I'll doubly miss the southern spring:
The flowers past and future petal'd earth
Would sprout in distant plays of everything,
If far from view, then even worse a - fate,
As I without a touch will too not see;
The blossoms of my land and gentled mate;
For she does loves the spring as beauty she.
Tho' be with heaven's angels, high and sweet
Without my love and spring I'd barely breathe;
In yearn for her below and petal's treat;
Then best let I just lay with dirt my sheathe.

But wake me into light when she to passed
For there above will she bring spring to last.