The Winter Is Past — Song of Solomon 2:10–14

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-dove is heard in our land;

The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.