Love
New Spring, 39
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From New Spring
Once more from that fond heart I’m driven
Which I so dearly love, so madly;
Once more from that fond heart I’m driven--
Beside it would I linger gladly.
The chariot rolls, the bridge is quaking,
The stream beneath it flows so sadly;
Once more the joys am I forsaking
Of that fond heart I love so madly.
In heav’n rush on the starry legions,
As though before my sorrow flying--
Sweet one, farewell! in distant regions
My heart for thee will still be sighing.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 39.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/349/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “New Spring, 39.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/349/.
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