Now is the cherry in blossom, Love,
  Love of my heart, with the apple to follow;
Over the village at nightfall now
  Merrily veers and darts the swallow.

At nightfall now in the dark marsh grass
  Awakes the chorus that sings old sorrow;
The evening star is dim for the dew,
  And the apple and lilac will bloom to-morrow.

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