HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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Plucks from His head the diadem, tears
His hair;
Near, and more near, the rabble rout
sweeps on;
The giants hurl their blazing brands
afar
Through the vast firmament; the dwarfs
with thongs
Of quick flame scourge the angels where
they lie,
Who writhe and cower in agonies of
pain,
And by the hair are dragg'd perforce
away :
And mine own angel 'mongst the rest I
see.
With his fair locks and. gracious lineaments,
With love that cannot die about his lips.
And in his azure eyes the calm of
bliss; —
And a black goblin, hideous to the
sight,
Snatches him up, that angel pale of
mine.
Eyes over with a grin his noble limbs,
Clutches him tight with a caressing
gripe —
Then rings a wild shriek through the
universe;
The pillars topple, earth and heaven
collapse.
And ancient Night resumes her ghastly
reign.