HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
"Oh, I will kiss them, Henry, Kiss from thine eyes the night. Thou shalt behold the angels And the celestial light." "I cannot rise, my darling, My blood is still outpoured Where thou didst wound my heart once With sharp and cruel word." "I'll lay my hand, dear Henry, Upon thy heart again. Then shall it cease from bleeding, And stilled shall be its pain." "I cannot rise, my darling, My head is bleeding—see! I shot myself, thou knowest. When thou wast reft from me." "Oh, with my hair, dear Henry, I'll staunch the cruel wound, And press the blood-stream backward; Thou shalt be whole and sound." 70
So kind, so sweet she wooed me, I could not say her nay; I tried to rise and follow. And clasp my loving May. Then all my wounds burst open. From head and breast outbreak The gushing blood in torrents— . And lo, I am awake! 71
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"Oh, I will kiss them, Henry,<br />
Kiss from thine eyes the night.<br />
Thou shalt behold the angels<br />
And the celestial light."<br />
"I cannot rise, my darling,<br />
My blood is still outpoured<br />
Where thou didst wound my heart once<br />
With sharp and cruel word."<br />
"I'll lay my hand, dear Henry,<br />
Upon thy heart again.<br />
Then shall it cease from bleeding,<br />
And stilled shall be its pain."<br />
"I cannot rise, my darling,<br />
My head is bleeding—see!<br />
I shot myself, thou knowest.<br />
When thou wast reft from me."<br />
"Oh, with my hair, dear Henry,<br />
I'll staunch the cruel wound,<br />
And press the blood-stream backward;<br />
Thou shalt be whole and sound."<br />
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