O WERT thou in the cauld blast - On yonder lea, on yonder lea, - My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee; Or did misfortune's bitter storms - Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, - Thy bield should be my bosom, - To share it a', to share it a'...

No tricks of the mind are of any avail;
No use in restraint,
No sleep can be found.
My heart has thawed,
My time has arrived.
"Surrender! Surrender! " cries Spring around.

Here to day...

I surrender !
My life isn't yet at its end.
I surrender for the snow!
To day...
My hand in joy I extend
Towards the spring and blossoms,
Towards the light
And Spring ---
I long for Spring, not as it is to day,
Not snow, but -
For delight !