Spring lets her blue ribbon
Flutter in the breeze again;
Sweet, familiar scents
Drift with promise o’er the land.
Violets lie dreaming already,
Soon to be awakened.
—Listen, from afar the faint sound of a harp!
Spring, it is you!
I can hear you coming!
Eduard Moerike(Translated by Charles L. Cingolani)
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