Love
New Spring, 26
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
How the pinks are breathing fragrance!
How the thronging stars so tender,
Golden bee like, sadly glimmer
’Mid the heaven’s blue-violet splendour!
Through the gloom of yonder chestnuts
Gleams the manse, so white and stately,
And I hear the glass door rattling
While the dear voice thrills me greatly.
Sweet alarm and blissful tremor,
Soft embraces, terror-bringing--
And the youthful rose is list’ning,
And the nightingales are singing.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 26.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/336/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 26.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/336/.
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