Love
New Spring, 14
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
When thy dress doth gently touch me,
As thou pass’st before my face,
How my heart exults, how wildly
Follows it thy lovely trace!
Then thou turnest round and gazest
With thy large bright eyes on me,
And my heart doth feel so startled,
That it scarce can follow thee.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 14.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/324/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 14.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/324/.
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