Armenian Legends and Poems: Spring

Armenian Legends and Poems [1916] at sacred-texts.com

(Born 1869)

NONE await thy smiling rays;
Whither comest thou, O Spring
None are left to sing thy praise--
Vain thy coming now, O Spring!

All the world is wrapped in gloom,
Earth in blood is weltering:
This year brought us blackest doom--
Whither comest thou, O Spring?

No rose for the nightingale,
No flower within park or dale,
Every face with anguish pale--
Whither comest thou, O Spring?