Come Back Spring

The days are decked in snow

No swallow delights in this kind of cold.

Only the lonely daffodil shows

Bearing signs of freezing dew.

Both day and night,

Sprigs of green I long to clad

What mountain height and field had

Will be covered again with yellow daffodils.

When will Storm Emma wilt thou;

Warm to my native land; Wales

Come back Spring

To all thy glory stand.

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