Eichendorff: Above the Garden and Across the Sky
Above the garden and across the sky
I heard migrating birds passing;
that meant that spring was in the air;
below, things are already beginning to bloom.
I could rejoice, I could weep –
I feel as though it cannot be!
Old wonders appear again
with the moonlight.
And the moon and stars say it,
and in a dream the grove murmurs it,
and the nightingales sing it:
She is yours! She is yours!