Love
Seraphina, 4
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Seraphina
Love
I knew that thou didst love me,
I knew it long, dear maid;
Yet when thou didst confess it
I felt full sore afraid.
I clamber’d up the mountain
With loud exulting song,
At sunset rambled weeping
The ocean shore along.
The sun my heart resembleth,
So flaming to the sight,
And in a loving ocean
It setteth, great and bright.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 4.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/171/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 4.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/171/.
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