Love
New Spring, 20
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
The rose is fragrant--yet if she divineth
Her own sweet fragrance, if the nightingale
Herself feels what round man’s soul softly twineth,
When echoes her sweet song across the vale,--
I cannot tell. Yet man is with vexation
Oft fill’d by truth. If nightingale and rose
The feeling only feign’d, the fabrication
Would still be useful, we may well suppose.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 20.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/330/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 20.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/330/.
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