Love
The Return Home, 27
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Pictures of Travel: The Return Home (1823-24)
Love
The years are coming and going,
To the grave whole races descend,
And yet the love in my bosom
Shall never wax fainter or end.
O could I but once more behold thee,
Before thee sink down on my knee,
And die, as these words I utter:
Dear Madam, I love but thee!
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 27.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/381/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 27.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/381/.
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