'My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
http://aol.bartleby.com/108/22/1.html#1Henry Purcell added wonderfully beautiful music to these already-musical words. I listen to his setting more than once every springtime.
