| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | Longing for Spring | | By Walter von der Vogelweide (1170–1228) |
| | | ALAS, the winter has hurt us everywhere. | |
| The forest and the heath are both so bare, | |
| Where many a sweet voice resounded through the air. | |
| Ah, if on the street I saw the maidens fair | |
| Play ball, the songs of birds would be there. | 5 |
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| I should like to sleep through winter’s delay. | |
| Jealous I grow when awake I stay, | |
| Because the winter has such a mighty sway. | |
| God knows at last he yields unto May, | |
| Where the frost lies now, I’ll pluck a nosegay. | 10 | | | |
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