Love
Hortense, 6
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Hortense
Love
The bliss that thou didst falsely pledge
For but a short time cheated;
Thine image, like a vision false,
Soon from my bosom fleeted.
The morning came, the mist soon fled
Before the sun’s rays splendid;
And wellnigh ere it had commenced,
Our passing fondness ended.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Hortense, 6.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/203/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Hortense, 6.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/203/.
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