Love
Seraphina, 11
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Seraphina
Love
With sails all black my ship sails on
Far over the raging sea;
Thou know’st full well how sad am I,
And yet tormentest me.
Thy heart is faithless as the wind,
And flutters ceaselessly;
With sails all black my ship sails on
Far over the raging sea.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/178/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/178/.
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