Love
Seraphina, 14
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Seraphina
Love
The Runic stone ’mongst the waves stands high,
There sit I, with thoughts far roaming;
The wind pipes loudly, the seamews cry,
The billows are curling and foaming.
I’ve loved full many a charming girl,
Loved many a comrade proudly--
Where are they now? The billows curl
And foam, and the wind pipes loudly.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 14.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/181/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Seraphina, 14.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/181/.
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