Текст оригинала на английском языке
Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to April's bees, Birthday ornament of Spring, Flora's fairest daughterling; Coming when no flowerets dare Trust the cruel outer air; When the royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold; And the sturdy black-thorn spray Keeps his silver for the May; - Coming when no flowerets would, Save thy lowly sisterhood, Early violets; blue and white, Dying for their love of light; - Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us, Lest, with longing over-tried, We die, as the violets died; - Blossom, clouding all the tree With thy crimson broidery, Long before a leaf of green On the bravest bough is seen; - Ah! when winter winds are swinging All thy red bells into ringing, With a bee in every bell, Almond bloom, we greet thee well.
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