Author Heinrich Heine Leise zieht durch mein Gemüt Lightly swinging bells are ringing With a soft insistence; Tinkle, tiny tunes of Spring, Tinkle through the distance. Fill the air and run to where All the flowers grow sweeter. If you see a Rosebud there Tell her that I greet her! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.7 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments