Here it is

Spring he makes his bluest band

wave again through air to heaven,

sweetest odours they are given,

slowly touch the happy land.

Violets dream since long,

they are nearly coming.

Listen there, a hapers gentle song

Spring you are my friend,

whom I hear in longing.

German original by: Eduard Mörike. English translation: Helga Meyer.

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