Love
New Spring, 11
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
I’m sore perplex’d, the bells are ringing,
And by my senses I feel forsaken;
The spring and two fair eyes together
Against my heart an oath have taken.
The spring and two fair eyes together
Lure on my heart to a new illusion;
Methinks the nightingales and roses
Have much to do with all my confusion.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/321/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 11.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/321/.
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