(Born 1869)
NONE await thy smiling rays ;
Whither comest thou, O Spring ?
None are left to sing thy praise—
Vain thy coming now, O Spring !
All the world is wrapped in gloom,
Earth in blood is weltering :
This year brought us blackest doom—
Whither comest thou, O Spring ?
No rose for the nightingale,
No flower within park or dale,
Every face with anguish pale—
Whither comest thou, O Spring ?
Armenian legends and poems by Zabelle C. Boyajian and Aram Raffi, London & New York, 1916.