It seems like spring is finally breaking
through! And with it new flowers to collect!
New stems to cut, new dreams for the taking,
new passions to taste, new scents to respect!:
We have new pages to turn, like Paola
and Francesco, swooning juntos over
the Arthurian romance; loves howl a
constant murmur 'cross the crimson clover:
But I'll never forget; I'm not ready
to join the masses in their blind uptake
of Primaveral fantasies; steady
impulses in my heart are hard to break:
And that is as it should be, I am sure,
so that by next spring, I am fully pure.