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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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As a bride groom awaiting the bride,
We have longed for thy coming, O Spring;
The snowdrop, thy herald and guide,
Foreran thee, foretold thee, and died.
And yet thy lingering wing
tarries, and time grows late,
And we grow weary that wait.
Come hither, O Spring!
 
The crocus that strewed for thy way
Its purple and gold together
Has looked for thee day after day;
No more now, no more can it stay,
It begins to sicken and wither.
The swallows look out o'er the deep,
And the buds are a-weary of sleep.
O Spring, come hither, O Spring!
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  • (Posted 2020-07-03)  CPDL #59499:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-07-03).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 111 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.

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Title: Looking for Spring
Composer: Charles Harford Lloyd
Lyricist: F. Wyville Homecreate page

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1885 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 18, no. 508

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Original text and translations

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As a bride groom awaiting the bride,
We have longed for thy coming, O Spring;
The snowdrop, thy herald and guide,
Foreran thee, foretold thee, and died.
And yet thy lingering wing
tarries, and time grows late,
And we grow weary that wait.
Come hither, O Spring!

The crocus that strewed for thy way
Its purple and gold together
Has looked for thee day after day;
No more now, no more can it stay,
It begins to sicken and wither.
The swallows look out o'er the deep,
And the buds are a-weary of sleep.
O Spring, come hither, O Spring!