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Heinrich Heine - New Spring (1831)Heinrich Heine - New Spring (1831)
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Leise zieht dwch mem Gemiit Soft, aloft, the bells do ring, Gentlest thoughts they sing me. Ring and sing, my song of spring, Through the blue sky wing thee To the house of budding flowers, Borne by Echo fleeting. Shouldst thou chance to see a Rose— Say, I send her greeting! Die Rose duftet The Rose is fragrant—yet if she doth know Her sweet scent`s meaning, if the Nightingale Herself feels aught that through Man`s soul doth flow At sound of her enraptured madrigal, I know not, I. Yet often much offence We find in truth! If Rose and Philomel Do but pretend emotion, evidence We have enough that such lies profit well. Wie des Monies Abbild zittert As the moon`s fair image trembles In the troubled, tossing tides, Though herself, serene and stately, O`er heaven`s vaulted pathway glides, Even so glidest thou, Beloved, Still, serene; thine image taken In my heart but seems to tremble, For my heart is tossed and shaken. Es war ein alter KSnig There was an aged monarch, His heart was sad, his hair was grey; Alas, poor fool, he took him A wife that was young and gay! There was a handsome page-boy, Light was his heart and gold his hair; The silken train he carried Of that queen so young and fair. Dost thou not know my story, So sweet, so sad to tell? Death was the lovers` portion Because they loved too well. Durch den Wald im Mondenscheine Through the forest, in the moonlight, Late I saw the elfin train Pass with hunting-horns resounding, Heard their horse-bells ring again. Golden antlers, nobly branching, Crowned each little snow-white steed; Like a flight of wild swans homing Through the glades they passed at speed. Smiled the Fairy Queen upon me— Smiled, and looked, and passed me by. Does her smile mean love`s renewal? Does it mean that I must die? Die holden Wunsche bliihen The tender wishes blossom, And wither at a breath, And bloom again, and wither— Until they cease in death. `Tis knowing this that saddens For me the love most blest: My heart has learned such wisdom That it bleeds within my breast.
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