Love
New Spring, 21
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
Because I love thee, be not scornful,
If, flying, I avoid thy face;
How ill accords my visage mournful
With thine, so fair and full of grace!
Because I love thee, every feature
Grows pale and thinner day by day;
Thou’lt find me but a hideous creature,--
I’ll shun thee,--be not scornful, pray.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 21.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/331/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 21.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/331/.
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