Love
Seraphina, 13
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Seraphina
Love
The roaring waves are dashing
High on the strand;
They’re swelling and they’re crashing
Over the sand.
They come in noisy fashion
Unceasingly,--
At length burst into passion,--
But what care we?
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 13.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/180/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 13.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/180/.
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