Love
New Spring, 38
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Love
The spring is solemn, mournful only
Are all its dreams, each flower appears
Weigh’d down by grief, the song all-lonely
Of Philomel wakes secret tears.
O smile thou not, my darling beauty,
O smile not, full of charming grace!
But weep, that it may be my duty
To kiss a tear from off thy face.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 38.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/348/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 38.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/348/.
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