Snowdrops

Song of Songs 2:8-13

⁸ Listen! It’s my lover: here he comes now, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills. ⁹ My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here he stands now, outside our wall, peering through the windows, peeking through the lattices. ¹⁰ My lover spoke and said to me, “Rise up, my dearest, my fairest, and go. ¹¹ Here, the winter is past; the rains have come and gone. ¹² Blossoms have appeared in the land; the season of singing has arrived, and the sound of the turtledove is heard in our land. ¹³ The green fruit is on the fig tree, and the grapevines in bloom are fragrant. Rise up, my dearest, my fairest, and go.