HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
In tears through the woods I wander. The thrush is perched on the bough: She springs and sings up yonder— "Oh, why so sad art thou?" The swallows, thy sisters, are able My dear, to answer thee. They built clever nests in the gable. Where sweetheart's windows be. 80
The night is wet and stormy. And void of stars the sky; 'Neath the rustling trees of the forest I wander silently. There flickers a lonely candle In the huntsman's lodge to-night. It shall not tempt me thither; It burns with a sullen light. There sits the blind old granny. In the leathern arm-chair tall. Like a statue, stiff, uncanny And speaketh not at all. And to and fro strides, cursing. The ranger's red haired son. With angry, scornful laughter Flings to the wall his gun. 8i
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In tears through the woods I wander.<br />
The thrush is perched on the bough:<br />
She springs and sings up yonder—<br />
"Oh, why so sad art thou?"<br />
The swallows, thy sisters, are able<br />
My dear, to answer thee.<br />
They built clever nests in the gable.<br />
Where sweetheart's windows be.<br />
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