Love
Emma, 2
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Poems: Emma
Love
Four-and-twenty hours I still must
Wait, to see my bliss complete,
As her sidelong glances tell me,
Glances, O how dazzling sweet!
Language is but inexpressive,
Words are awkward and in vain;
Soon as they are said, the pretty
Butterfly flies off again.
But a look may last for ever,
And with joy may fill thy breast,
Making it like some wide heaven,
Full of starry rapture blest.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Emma, 2.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/221/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “Emma, 2.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/221/.
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