Love
New Spring, 30
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
In my remembrance blossom
The images long forsaken--
Within thy voice what is there
By which so deeply I’m shaken?
Say not that thou dost love me!
I know that earth’s fairest treasure,
Sweet love and happy spring time,
’Twould shame beyond all measure.
Say not that thou dost love me!
A silent kiss I’ll bestow thee;
Then smile, when I to-morrow
The withered roses show thee.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 30.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/340/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 30.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/340/.
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