Love
Out of my own great woe
Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning · From The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 5
Out of my own great woe
I make my little songs,
Which rustle their feathers in throngs
And beat on her heart even so.
They found the way, for their part,
Yet come again, and complain:
Complain, and are not fain
To say what they saw in her heart.
Codex Note
From Heine; one of the six pieces of "The Last Translation".
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Browning, Elizabeth Barrett. “Out of my own great woe.” Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/browning_e/392/.
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