The poems of Heine; Complete. Heinrich Heine

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      Wild-raging eagerness thrills me indeed;

       Never in love have the hours delighted;

       So, in a cruel bond strangely united,

       Slily deride they the lovers’ wild speed.

      3.

      By nought but sorrow attended,

       I wander’d under the trees;

       That olden vision descended,

       And stole to my heart by degrees.

      Who taught you the word ye are singing,

       Ye birds in the branches on high?

       O hush! when my heart hears it ringing,

       It makes it more mournfully sigh.

      “A fair young maiden ’twas taught it,

       “Who came here, and sang like a bird;

       “And so we birds easily caught it,

       “That pretty, golden word.”

      No more shall this story deceive me,

       Ye birds, so wondrously sly:

       Of my sorrow ye fain would bereave me,

       On your friendship I cannot rely.

      4.

      Sweet love, lay thy hand on my heart, and tell

       If thou hearest the knocks in that narrow cell?

       There dwells there a carpenter, cunning is he,

       And slily he’s hewing a coffin for me.

      He hammers and knocks by day and by night,

       My slumber already has banish’d outright;

       Oh, Master Carpenter, prythee make haste,

       That I some slumber at length may taste.

      5.

      Beauteous cradle of my sorrow,

       Beauteous grave of all my peace,

       Beauteous town, we part to-morrow,

       Fare thee well, our ties must cease!

      Fare thee well, thou threshold holy,

       Where my loved one sets her feet!

       Fare thee well, thou spot so holy,

       Where we chanced at first to meet!

      Would that we had been for ever

       Strangers, queen of hearts so fair!

       Then it would have happen’d never

       That I’m driven to despair.

      Ne’er to stir thy bosom thought I,

       For thy love I never pray’d;

       Silently to live but sought I

       Where thy breath its balm convey’d.

      Yet thou spurn’st me in my sadness,

       Bitter words thy mouth doth speak,

       In my senses riots madness,

       And my heart is faint and weak

      And my limbs, in wanderings dreary,

       Sadly drag I, full of gloom,

       Till I lay my head all weary

       In a chilly distant tomb.

6.

      Patience, surly pilot, shortly

       To the port I’ll follow you;

       From two maidens I’m departing,

       From my love and Europe too.

      Blood-spring, from mine eyes ’gin running,

       Blood-spring, from my body flow,

       So that I then, with my hot blood,

       May write down my tale of woe.

      Ah, my body, wherefore shudder

       Thus to-day my blood to see?

       Many years before thee standing

       Pale, heart-bleeding, saw’st thou me!

      Know’st thou still the olden story

       Of the snake in Paradise,

       Who, a cursed apple giving,

       Caused our parents endless sighs?

      Apples brought all evils on us,

       Death through Eve by apples came;

       Flames on Troy were brought by Eris—

       Both thou broughtest, death and flame!

      7.

      Hill and castle fair are glancing

       O’er the clear and glassy Rhine,

       And my bark is gaily dancing

       In the sunlight all-divine.

      On the golden waters, breaking

       Sportively, my calm eyes rest;

       Gently are the feelings waking

       That I nourish’d in my breast.

      With a fond and kindly greeting,

       Lure me those deep waters bright,

       Yet I know their smoothness cheating

       Hides beneath it death and night.

      Joy above, below destruction—

       Thou’rt my loved one’s image, stream

       Blissful is her smile’s seduction,

       Kind and gentle can she seem.

      8.

      First methought in my affliction,

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