This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... NEW SPRING In dem Walde spriesst und grunt es Now the wood blooms like a maiden Running to a lover's meeting; And the sun laughs down upon it: "Welcome, Spring! A fervent greeting!: Nightingale, I hear your flute-call As it starts the woodland ringing. What a poignant, long-drawn cadence! . . . "Love" ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... NEW SPRING In dem Walde spriesst und grunt es Now the wood blooms like a maiden Running to a lover's meeting; And the sun laughs down upon it: "Welcome, Spring! A fervent greeting!: Nightingale, I hear your flute-call As it starts the woodland ringing. What a poignant, long-drawn cadence! . . . "Love"---Tis all you know of singing! 2. Leise zieht durch mein Gemut * Lightly swinging bells are ringing With a soft insistence; Tinkle, tiny tunes of Spring, Tinkle through the distance. Fill the air and run to where All the flowers grow sweeter. If you see a Rosebud there Tell her that I greet her! y Der Schmetterling ist in die Rose verliebt The butterfly is in love with the rose And flutters about her all day, While he, in turn, is pursued by a bright Sunbeam that follows his way. But wait, --with whom is the rose in love? For whom does she tremble and pale? Is it the silent evening star? Or the singing nightingale? I do not know whom the red rose loves; But I love you all, for I Sing nightingale, sunbeam, and evening star, The rose and the butterfly! 4- Es erklingen alle Baume All the trees are full of music; Nests are singing, high and small. In this green, orchestral concert, Who's conductor of it all? Can it be that old, gray plover Who keeps nodding to the beat? Or that pedant who, up yonder, Marks his " Cuckoo " strong and sweet? Or is it the stork, who gravely, Keeps on tapping with his bill, Just as though he were directing, While the others soar and trill. No; my own heart holds the leader; Well he knows the stress thereof! And I feel the time he's beating, And I think his name is Love. 5 Im Anfang war die Nachtigall "In the beginning was the Word, Sung by the nightingale, 'Sweet! Sweet!' While grass and apple-blossoms stirred And...
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