Love
The Return Home, 33
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Pictures of Travel: The Return Home (1823-24)
Love
O thy tender lily-fingers,
Could I once again but kiss them,
Press them softly to my heart,
And then die in silent weeping!
O thy violet eyes so radiant
Hover near me day and night,
And I’m troubled: what forebodeth
All this sweet, this blue enigma?
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 33.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/387/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 33.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/387/.
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