The poems of Heine; Complete. Heinrich Heine

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       Upon my bosom place thou,

       And put in my hand my musket dread,

       And my sword around me brace thou.

      “And so in my grave will I silently lie,

       And watch like a guard o’er the forces,

       Until the roaring of cannon hear I,

       And the trampling of neighing horses.

      “My Emperor then will ride over my grave,

       While the swords glitter brightly and rattle;

       Then armed to the teeth will I rise from the grave,

       For my Emperor hasting to battle!”

      7. THE MESSAGE.

      Good servant! up, and saddle quick,

       And leap upon thy steed,

       And to King Duncan’s castle then

       Through plain and forest speed.

      Into the stable creep, and wait,

       ’Till by the helper spied;

       Then say: “Of Duncan’s daughters, which

       Has just become a bride?”

      And if he says: “The brown one ’tis,”

       The news bring quickly home;

       But if he says: “The fair one ’tis,”

       More slowly thou mayst come.

      Then go to the ropemaker’s shop,

       And buy a rope for me;

       And riding slowly, bring it here,

       And mute and silent be.

      8. TAKING THE BRIDE HOME.

      I’ll go not alone, my sweetheart dear!

       With me thou must go now

       To the cheery, old, and cosy room

       In the dreary cold abode of gloom,

       Where at the door my mother keeps guard,

       And for her son’s return looks hard.

      “Away from me, thou gloomy man!

       Who bid thee come hither?

       Thy hand’s like ice, thine eye glows bright,

       Thy breath is burning, thy cheek is white;—

       But I would rather my time beguile

       With smell of roses and sun’s sweet smile.”

      The roses may smell, and the sun may shine,

       My darling sweetheart!

       Throw thy spreading white veil thy figure around,

       Make the chords of the echoing lyre resound,

       And sing a wedding song to me;

       The night-wind pipes the melody.

      9. DON RAMIRO.

      “Donna Clara! Donna Clara!

       Through long years the hotly-loved one

       Thou hast will’d now my destruction,

       Will’d it, too, without compassion.

      “Donna Clara! Donna Clara!

       Very sweet the gift of life is!

       But beneath us all is fearful,

       In the tomb so dark and chilly.

      “Donna Clara, joy! to-morrow

       Will Fernando at the altar

       As his wedded bride salute thee—

       Wilt thou ask me to the wedding?”

      “Don Ramiro! Don Ramiro!

       Bitterly thy words are sounding,

       Bitt’rer than you stars’ decree is,

       Scoffing at my heart’s own wishes.

      “Don Ramiro! Don Ramiro!

       Shake thy gloomy sadness from thee;

       On the earth are many maidens,

       But by God have we been parted.

      “Don Ramiro, who so bravely

       Many Moors hast overpower’d,

       Overpower now thyself too—

       Come to-morrow to my wedding.”

      “Donna Clara! Donna Clara!

       Yes, I swear it, yes, I’ll come there!

       And the dance will lead off with thee;—

       So good night, I’ll come to-morrow.”

      “So good night!”—The window rattled;

       Sighing stood below Ramiro,

       Seeming turn’d to stone long stood he;

       Then he vanish’d in the darkness.

      Lastly, after lengthen’d conflict,

       Night to day in turn surrender’d;

       Like a blooming flowery garden

       Lies extended fair Toledo.

      Palaces and splendid buildings

       Glitter in the radiant sunlight,

       And the churches’ domes so lofty

       Glisten proudly, as though gilded.

      Humming like a busy beehive,

       Merrily the bells are sounding;

       Sweetly rise the solemn psalm-tunes

       From the God-devoted churches.

      But look yonder! but look yonder!

       Where from out the market chapel,

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