• Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.

    Heinrich Heine: Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.
    Heinrich Heine (1866). “The Poems of Heine: Complete”, p.182