Love
Yolante and Mary, 4
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Yolante and Mary
Now that I’m fast growing older,
Youth’s by keener fire replaced,
And my arm, becoming bolder,
Circles many a loving waist.
Though at first they were affrighted,
Yet they soon were reconcil’d;
Modest doubts and wrath united
Were o’ercome by flattery mild.
Yet the best of all is wanting
When I taste my victory;
Can it be my youth’s enchanting
Bashful weak stupidity?
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MLA
Heine, Heinrich. “Yolante and Mary, 4.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/218/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Yolante and Mary, 4.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/218/.
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