Spring poem by the Danish writer Johan Ludvig Heiberg (1791-1860)

Nu løvsalen skygger
og dagen er lang;
hver småfugl nu bygger
i blomstrende vang.

Kun kærlighedsguden,
den stakkel, er blind;
han flagrer mod ruden,
man lukker ham ind.

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Now bowers offer shadow

and days need less rest,

in spring’s flowering meadow

each bird builds its nest.

Love’s god’s on the wing, though

he’s blind as can be;

flits there at the window,

is let in for free.