Just for fun.
Have a chag kasher v'sameach
| O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down | |
| Through the clear windows of the morning, turn | |
| Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, | |
| Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! | |
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| The hills tell one another, and the listening | |
| Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd | |
| Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth | |
| And let thy holy feet visit our clime! | |
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| Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds | |
| Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste | |
| Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls | |
| Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee. | |
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| O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour | |
| Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put | |
| Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head, | |
| Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee. | |
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