Sitting under white branches,
You can hear the wind blowing,
In blankets of mist shrouded,
See the silent clouds flowing.
See how the fields and forests
Are bare, extinguished, down below
Winter round you and inside you,
And your heart frozen so.
Suddenly white flakes are falling
Over you, and crossly
You think its the tree sprinkling
A snow flurry across you.
But its not a snow flurry,
You soon see, with joyful dread,
Its fragrant Spring blossom
Teasing, veiling you instead.
What sweet, terrible enchantment,
Winters changing into May,
Snow is changing into blossom,
Your hearts in love again.
Unterm Weissen Baume
written byHeinrich Heine
© Heinrich Heine