Destroyers and Other Verses/The New Spring

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PART II.


HEINRICH HEINE.

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The New Spring.
A March wind whirls and eddiesIn gusts of rain and sleet,I stand at my lonely windowAnd gaze on the empty street.
In a lull of the boisterous whirlwindFloats upward from afarA thin metallic tinkle,The twang of a guitar.
The dreamy warmth of girlhoodComes back to me again,And my fingers are idly beatingTime on the window-pane.
Paris, 1855.
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