Spring laughing days remembering my fortune, though partly skeptic of positive results, I chase the winds they carry noises, how strong the whistles still penetrate thy soul at nights lugubrious when moonshine’s falling, and face familiar and longing I partly see, nocturnal shades of love perceived, the words pronounced, invisible endeavors to be seen, beloved kissed, those cherished moments we’re calling spring and boasting of this fortune.

О как)! а получается еще off handом)