Love
Clarissa, 7
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Clarissa
Love
Whilst sweet Philomel in airy
Woods at random sings and wildly,
Thou preferrest the canary
Doubtless, as it flutters mildly.
In the cage I see thee feeding
This small bird, so tame and yellow,
And it picks thy fingers, pleading
For some sugar, pretty fellow!
Charming is the scene and moving!
Angels must enjoy the notion!
I myself, with look approving,
Drop a tear of deep emotion.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Clarissa, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/210/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Clarissa, 7.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/210/.
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