Love
Angelica, 3
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Angelica
Love
I’ll not credit, youthful beauty,
What thy bashful lips may say;
Eyes so black and large and rolling
Are not much in virtue’s way.
Strip away this brown-striped falsehood--
Well and truly love I thee;
Let thy white heart kiss me, dearest--
White heart, understand’st thou me?
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Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 3.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/185/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Angelica, 3.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/185/.
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