You will love tomorrow

The new sweet Spring has quaff'd from the palm of her hand

The first tears that the dawn has let fall in the wood.

Tomorrow you shall love, you who never lov'd yet;

And you who lov'd no more, tomorrow you will love!

The new sweet Spring has glean'd some silk threads in the air

To tie her dainty shoe and to roam through the woods.

Tomorrow you will love for the very first time,

You that cannot have known of that immortal joy!

The new sweet Spring has strewn some flowers on the road

That Mignonne has fill'd with her sweet laugh aloud.

Tomorrow you will love, you who never lov'd yet;

And you who lov'd no more, tomorrow you will love!