Love
New Spring, 33
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
In the morning send I violets,
Early in the wood discover’d,
And at evening bring I roses
Pluck’d while twilight’s hour still hover’d.
Knowest thou the hidden language
By these lovely flowerets spoken?
Truth by day-time, love at night-time--
’Tis of this that they’re the token!
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 33.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/343/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 33.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/343/.
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