Love
New Spring, 13
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
That I in nosegays bound.
I pluck them, thinking deeply,
And all the thoughts so dear,
That in my heart are sighing,
The nightingale sings clear.
Yes, all my thoughts she singeth
And warbleth, echoing far;
So that my tender secrets
Known to the whole wood are.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 13.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/323/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 13.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/323/.
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