The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.


The Poems of Heine, complete: Translated in the original Metres (ed. 1859)


The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.