HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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Song Oft in galleries of art Thou hast seen a knight perchance, Eager for the wars to start. Well-equipped with shield and lance. Him the frolic loves have found. Robbed him of his sword and spear. And with chains of flowers have bound Their unwilling chevalier. Held by such sweet hindrances. Wreathed with bliss and pain, I stay, White my comrades in the press Wage the battle of the day. 68

Song Night lay upon my eyelids, About my lips earth clave; With stony heart and forehead 1 lay within my grave. How long I cannot reckon, I slept in that strait bed; I woke and heard distinctly A knocking overhead. "Wilt thou not rise, my Henry? The eternal dawn is here; The dead have re-arisen, Immortal bliss is near." "I cannot rise, my darling, I am blinded to the day. Mine eyes with tears, thou knowest. Have wept themselves away." 69

Song<br />

Night lay upon my eyelids,<br />

About my lips earth clave;<br />

With stony heart and forehead<br />

1 lay within my grave.<br />

How long I cannot reckon,<br />

I slept in that strait bed;<br />

I woke and heard distinctly<br />

A knocking overhead.<br />

"Wilt thou not rise, my Henry?<br />

The eternal dawn is here;<br />

The dead have re-arisen,<br />

Immortal bliss is near."<br />

"I cannot rise, my darling,<br />

I am blinded to the day.<br />

Mine eyes with tears, thou knowest.<br />

Have wept themselves away."<br />

69

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