HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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The poets are in ecstasies At such a feast divine. The captains and the corporals Lick up the streaming wine. The captains and the corporals. What clever men are they! They think—such miracles as these Occur not every day. 158

I left you in the midmost of July, To-day, my friends in winter I behold. Then in the heat ye basked so warm and bright, But now ye have grown cool, yea, even cold. Soon I depart again, and come once more, Then shall I find you neither warm nor cold. And I shall moan lamenting o'er your graves, And mine own heart shall then be poor and old. 159

The poets are in ecstasies<br />

At such a feast divine.<br />

The captains and the corporals<br />

Lick up the streaming wine.<br />

The captains and the corporals.<br />

What clever men are they!<br />

They think—such miracles as these<br />

Occur not every day.<br />

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