Here you will find thePoemSpring comes hitherof poet George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)
Spring comes hither Buds the rose . . . Roses wither Sweet spring goes . . . O ja là O ja là . . . Would she carry me. Summer soars Wide-wing'd day . . . White light pours Flies away . . . O ja là O ja là . . . Would he carry me. Soft winds blow Westward borne . . . Onward go Towards the morn O ja là O ja là . . . Would they carry me. Sweet birds sing O'er the graves Then take wing O'er the waves O ja là O ja là . . . Would they carry me.
