Spring is here
And far and near
There are new melodies and songs;
Like Merlin once upon a time
I listen well
And write down everything I hear.

High up in the air
That which the lark calls,
That which the thrush laments in the elderberry bush,
That which to all the roses
The nightingale
Flutes: legends and wonders,

That which the serpent cleverly
Asked her children,
Who were glittering in the sunlight;
That which linnets and finches
In rapid flight
Twitter and trill to each other,

That which the birds knew,
The birds who with the joy of wandering
Have only just returned from the south,
All that of fairy-tales which lay
Sleeping deep in the forest,
Everything I noticed, everything.

I eavesdropped on that
Which intoxicated by spring
The bell-flowers were tolling; --
Songs and melodies,
Like Merlin
I can interpret them.