The poems of Heine; Complete. Heinrich Heine

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      Of peace, and happiness, and heart,

       Thou, loved one, long time hast bereft me;

       And of the gifts that thou hast left me

       Not one of these doth form a part.

      For peace, heart, happiness, hast thou

       To me a life-long sorrow given,

       With bitter words commingled even—

       O take these back, my loved one, now.

      9.

      Remember’st thou those fiery glances

       In which his trust the novice plac’d?

       That long-denied first kiss of passion

       The ardent lover stole in haste?

      O glances, ye experienced fish-hooks,

       On which the fish is captive brought!

       O kiss, thou charming rod of honey,

       With which the bird is limed and caught!

      10.

      Thou spak’st and gav’st a lock to me

       Of thy dear silken hair;

       “Wear this, and I for ever thee

       “Within my heart will wear.”

      Full oft have heart and hair been call’d

       To act this loving part.

       Now say: is not thy head yet bald?

       And full thy little heart?

      11.

      You, loved one, assured me so strongly,

       I wellnigh fancied it true;

       That you asserted it was so,

       Was no sign of folly in you.

       But that I almost believed it,

       ’Tis this that I so rue.

12.

      I’ve seen full many a tragedy play’d,

       Extracting my tears like magic;

       But ’mongst them all, that touching scene

       Had an end by far the most tragic,

      Wherein thou tookedst the principal part,

       While I at thy feet was panting—

       How well thou actedst the innocent one,

       Thou actress most enchanting!

      13.

      Ask not what I have, my loved one—

       Ask me rather what I am;

       For but little wealth I boast of,

       But I’m gentle as a lamb.

      Do not ask me how I’m living,

       But for what, that ask of me;

       For I live in want, and lonely,

       Yet I live alone for thee.

      Do not ask me of my pleasures,

       Ask not of my bitter smart;

       Pleasure ever flies his presence

       Who doth own a broken heart.

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GERMANY. 1815.

      Let me sing Germania’s glory!

       Hearken to my noblest strains!

       While my spirit tells the story,

       Thrilling bliss runs through my veins.

      Time’s book is before me lying,

       All things that have happened here,

       Good with Evil ever vying—

       All before my gaze stands clear.

      From the Frenchman’s distant nation

       Hell approach’d, with impious hand,

       Bringing shame and desecration

       On our much-loved German land.

      All our faith and virtue soiling,

       All our heavenly yearnings fled,

       All we deemed of worth, despoiling—

       Giving sin and pain instead.

      German shame to gild refusing,

       Dark the German sun soon grew,

       And a mournful voice accusing

       Pierced the German oak trees through.

      Now the sun once more is glancing,

       And the oak trees roar with joy;

       The avengers are advancing,

       Shame and sorrow to destroy.

      And deceit’s proud altars hateful

       Totter, fall with hideous sound;

       Every German heart is grateful,

       Free is German holy ground.

      See’st the glare yon mount illuming?

       Say, what can that wild flame be?

       Yes! that fire proclaims the blooming

       Image pure of Germany.

      From the night of sin emerging

       Germany uninjured stands;

       Wildly is the spot still surging,

       Where that fair form burst her bands.

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