Classic Poem

Es drängt die Not, es läuten die Glocken

I must go forth, the bells are pealing;
And oh! I've lost my head completely!
A pair of eyes, in league with Springtime,
Have been conspiring far too sweetly.

A pair of brilliant eyes and Springtime
Storm at my heart and have incensed me —
Even the nightingales and roses
I think are in a plot against me!