Love
Seraphina, 12
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Seraphina
Love
Though shamefully thou didst entreat me,
To no man would I e’er unfold it,
But travell’d far over the billows,
And unto the fishes I told it.
I’ve left thee thy good reputation
With earth and the beings upon her,
But every depth of the ocean
Knows fully thy tale of dishonour.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 12.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/179/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 12.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/179/.
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