Love
Lyrical Intermezzo, 20
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Book of Songs: Lyrical Intermezzo
Thou’rt wretched, yes!--but no complaint I’ll make;--
My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!
Till death our poor afflicted hearts doth break,
My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!
I see the scorn that round thy mouth doth play,
I see thine eyes that glance so haughtily,
I see the pride that doth thy bosom sway,--
Yet thou art wretched, wretched e’en as I.
Grief lurks around thy mouth, unseen indeed,
With hidden tears thine eyes can scarcely see,
And secret wounds on thy proud bosom feed--
My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!
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Heine, Heinrich. “Lyrical Intermezzo, 20.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/111/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Lyrical Intermezzo, 20.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/111/.
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