HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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62 J^eme, HEINE IN EXILE. More than six moons have waned since any German voice fell upon my ear, and all my thoughts clothe themselves laboriously in foreign phrase. You may perhaps have some notion of bodily exile, but of spiritual exile none but a German poet is capable of forming any conception—one, also, who is forced to speak French all day, to write it, and at night even to sigh in h'rench in the arms of his beloved! My very thoughts are exiled, exiled in a foreign tongue. LONDON. Send, if you choose, a philosopher to London, but on no account send a poet thither ! Send a philosopher and place him at a corner of Cheapside. He will there learn more than out of all the books of the last Leipzig Fair. As the human waves roar about him, a sea of new thoughts will rise within him. The infinite spirit which broods over it will breathe upon him, the most hidden secrets of the social order will suddenly reveal themselves to him, he will hear with the ear and see with the eye, the heartbeat of the world.

I^eine* 63 BIMIXI. Who's with me for Bimini ? Sti'p in, gentlemen and ladies ! Wind and weather serving, safely We shall sail for Bimini. Feel you any gouty twinges. Noble lords ? And you, fair ladies, Have you yet on your white foreheads Any lurking wrinkles spied ? Follow me to Bimini, There shall you be surely rid of All such troublesome discomforts; Hydropathic is the cure. Fear not, gentlemen and ladies ! Solid is my boat, and builded Of stout trochees, strong as oak-beams Are the keel and ribs thereof. At the prow sits Fancy, Breezelike In the sails blows blithe Good Humor; Wit my shipmate is, — a brisk one ! As for Common Sense, if he V>r on board, I cannot tell you. Metaphors my spars and yards are. An hyperbole the mainmast, And my flag —Black, Red, and Gold, Black, Red, Gold — romantic colors ! 'iVicolor of Barbarossa: Which I've also seen at Frankfort, In the town church of St. Paul's.

I^eine* 63<br />

BIMIXI.<br />

Who's with me for Bimini ?<br />

Sti'p in, gentlemen and ladies !<br />

Wind and weather serving, safely<br />

We shall sail for Bimini.<br />

Feel you any gouty twinges.<br />

Noble lords ? And you, fair ladies,<br />

Have you yet on your white foreheads<br />

Any lurking wrinkles spied ?<br />

Follow me to Bimini,<br />

There shall you be surely rid of<br />

All such troublesome discomforts;<br />

Hydropathic is the cure.<br />

Fear not, gentlemen and ladies !<br />

Solid is my boat, and builded<br />

Of stout trochees, strong as oak-beams<br />

Are the keel and ribs thereof.<br />

At the prow sits Fancy, Breezelike<br />

In the sails blows blithe Good Humor;<br />

Wit my shipmate is, — a brisk one !<br />

As for Common Sense, if he<br />

V>r on board, I cannot tell you.<br />

Metaphors my spars and yards are.<br />

An hyperbole the mainmast,<br />

And my flag —Black, Red, and Gold,<br />

Black, Red, Gold — romantic colors !<br />

'iVicolor of Barbarossa:<br />

Which I've also seen at Frankfort,<br />

In the town church of St. Paul's.

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