Love
New Spring, 12
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
Ah! I yearn for tears all-burning,
Tears of love and gentle woe,
And I tremble lest this yearning
At the last should overflow.
Ah! love’s pangs, that sweetly languish,
And love’s bitter joy, so blest,
Creep again, with heavenly anguish,
Into my scarce healèd breast.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 12.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/322/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 12.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/322/.
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