^{11 Ref} For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

^{12 Ref} The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing `of birds' is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

^{13 Ref} The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.