HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
*9 What means this lonely tear-drop That blurs my troubled sight. From olden times returning Back to mine eyes to-night? Its many glimmering sisters Are vanished long ago. In the night and the wind they vanished With all my joy and my woe. And like the mists of evening Did those blue stars depart, That smiled all joys and sorrows Into my trusting heart. Alas! my love, too, melted Like idle breath one day; Oh lingering, lonely tear-drop. Thou also fade away! 110
3° The pale half-moon of autumn Through clouds peers doubtfully. Within the lonely churchyard The parsonage I see. The mother reads in her Bible, The son at the light doth gaze; One drowsy daughter is nodding. While another speaks and says: "Ah me! how dreary the days are! How dull, and dark, and mean! Only when there's a funeral Is anything to be seen." The mother looks from her Bible: "Nay, only four in all Have died since thy father was buried Without by the churchyard wall." Ill
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3°<br />
The pale half-moon of autumn<br />
Through clouds peers doubtfully.<br />
Within the lonely churchyard<br />
The parsonage I see.<br />
The mother reads in her Bible,<br />
The son at the light doth gaze;<br />
One drowsy daughter is nodding.<br />
While another speaks and says:<br />
"Ah me! how dreary the days are!<br />
How dull, and dark, and mean!<br />
Only when there's a funeral<br />
Is anything to be seen."<br />
The mother looks from her Bible:<br />
"Nay, only four in all<br />
Have died since thy father was buried<br />
Without by the churchyard wall."<br />
Ill
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