Author Heinrich Heine Mag da draussen Schnee sich türmen Snows and storms may whirl in torrents; And I watch, without abhorrence, Hail at all my windows storming; For they never seem alarming While my heart can hold this grace: Spring, — and one dear, Spring-like face. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments