Love
New Spring, 28
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Kisses that one steals in darkness,
And in darkness then returns--
How such kisses fire the spirit,
If with honest love it burns!
Pensive, and with fond remembrance,
Then the spirit loves to dwell
Much on days that long have vanish’d,
Much on future days as well.
Yet methinks that too much thinking
Dang’rous is, if kiss we will;--
Weep, then, rather, darling spirit,
For to weep is easier still.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 28.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/338/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 28.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/338/.
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