HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

She gave him broth, she gave him bread.
She bathed his wounded feet;
She combed for him his matted hair.
And laughed so low and sweet:
"My noble knight, my Tannhauser,
Long hast thou left my side.
Now tell me in what foreign lands
So long thou couldst abide."
"Dame Venus, loveliest of dames,
I tarried far from home.
In Rome I had some business, dear.
But quickly back have come.
"On seven hills great Rome is built,
The Tiber flows to the sea.
And while in Rome I saw the Pope;
He sent his love to thee.
"Through Florence led my journey home.
Through Milan, too, I passed;
And glad at heart, through Switzerland
I clambered back at last.
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