The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.
The Poems of Heine, complete: Translated in the original Metres (ed. 1859)
The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.
The Poems of Heine, complete: Translated in the original Metres (ed. 1859)