HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories
Paler, the moon is growing Through shadowy vapors gray. Thine eyes with tears are flowing, Thou lovely water fay! "With tears they are not flowing. As I from waves did rise. Forth from the ocean going, A drop fell in mine eyes." The sea-mews moan, entreating. What does the mad surf say? Thy heart is wildly beating, Thou lovely water fay. "My heart is beating sadly And wild as ever it can. Because I love thee madly. Thou lovely son of man." 94
15 When I before thy dwelling, In early morning pace, How gladly in the window I see thy gentle face. Thy brown-black eyes in pity. Mine own eyes, wistful scan, "Who art thou, and what lack'st thou. Thou strange, unhappy man?" I am a German poet, Of goodly German fame. When their best names are spoken, Mine own they are sure to name. And what I lack, sweet maiden. Most Germans lack the same. When men name sharpest sorrows. Mine own they are sure to name. 95
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15<br />
When I before thy dwelling,<br />
In early morning pace,<br />
How gladly in the window<br />
I see thy gentle face.<br />
Thy brown-black eyes in pity.<br />
Mine own eyes, wistful scan,<br />
"Who art thou, and what lack'st thou.<br />
Thou strange, unhappy man?"<br />
I am a German poet,<br />
Of goodly German fame.<br />
When their best names are spoken,<br />
Mine own they are sure to name.<br />
And what I lack, sweet maiden.<br />
Most Germans lack the same.<br />
When men name sharpest sorrows.<br />
Mine own they are sure to name.<br />
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