Love
New Spring, 3
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
The beauteous eyes of the spring’s fair night
With comfort are downward gazing:
If love hath made thee so small in our sight,
Yet love hath the power of raising.
Sweet Philomel sits on the linden green,
Her notes melodiously blending;
And as to my soul her song pierceth e’en,
My soul once more is distending.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 3.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/313/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 3.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/313/.
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