[VERSE]
Sad, sad, sadā
ā In vain thou comest, Spring;
Sad, sad, sadā
ā ā In vain thy birds all sing:
ā ā ā Perfumeless is thy rose;
ā ā ā Thy breeze, which softly blows,
ā ā ā Disturbs my sea of woes,
ā Ay, Death is on the wi…