HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
Spring Festival This is the spring-tide's mournful feast, The frantic troops of blooming girls Are rushing hither with flying curls. Moaning they smite their bare white breast, Adonis! Adonis! The night has come. By the torches' gleams They search the forest on every side. That echoes with anguish far and wide. With tears, mad laughter, and sobs and screams, Adonis! Adonis! The mortal youth so strangely fair. Lies on the cold turf pale and dead; His heart's blood staineth the flowers red. And a wild lament fulfills the air, Adonis! Adonis! 214
Childe Harold Lo, a large black-shrouded barge Sadly moves with sails outspread, And mute creatures' muffled features Hold grim watch above the dead. Calm below it lies the poet With his fair face bare and white, Still with yearning ever turning Azure eyes towards heaven's light. As he saileth sadly waileth Some bereaven undine-bride. O'er the springing waves outringing, Hark! a dirge floats far and ^yide. 215
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Spring Festival<br />
This is the spring-tide's mournful feast,<br />
The frantic troops of blooming girls<br />
Are rushing hither with flying curls.<br />
Moaning they smite their bare white breast,<br />
Adonis! Adonis!<br />
The night has come. By the torches' gleams<br />
They search the forest on every side.<br />
That echoes with anguish far and wide.<br />
With tears, mad laughter, and sobs and screams,<br />
Adonis! Adonis!<br />
The mortal youth so strangely fair.<br />
Lies on the cold turf pale and dead;<br />
His heart's blood staineth the flowers red.<br />
And a wild lament fulfills the air,<br />
Adonis! Adonis!<br />
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