Destroyers and Other Verses/The New Spring

by Henry Head

 

PART II.

HEINRICH HEINE.

The New Spring.

A March wind whirls and eddies
In gusts of rain and sleet,
I stand at my lonely window
And gaze on the empty street.

In a lull of the boisterous whirlwind
Floats upward from afar
A thin metallic tinkle,
The twang of a guitar.

The dreamy warmth of girlhood
Comes back to me again,
And my fingers are idly beating
Time on the window-pane.

Paris, 1855.