Walther von der Vogelweide (c. 1170 - c. 1230) sang about weariness of winter and longing for spring:
Us has winter harmed over all.
Heath and forest are both now pale
where many voices echoed that lovely.
If I saw girls in the street throwing the ball
then the singing of birds would come to us again.
That I could sleep away the time of winter!
(If) I'm awake during that while I feel hate against it (= winter)
because its power is so broad and wide.
God knows, it will leave the (battle) field to May.
Then I will pick flowers where now frost lies.
Of Honour without Fame,
Of Greatness without Splendour,
Of Dignity without Pay - Walter Benjamin