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The forest high and low
Was gray with ice and snow;
Now from end to end 'tis bright.
Mark it right,
Maidens gay,
And where the flowers are, dance to-day!

Many a little bird
In sweet song I heard
Carol on the branches green;
I have seen
Flowers fair.
Its bright robe the heath doth wear.

I love the dear Maytide.
'Twas then my love I spied
Dancing in the lindens' shade.
Green leaves swayed
Round the spot,
And from her kept the sunbeams hot.