Love
The Return Home, 52
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Pictures of Travel: The Return Home (1823-24)
Maiden with the mouth so rosy,
With the eyes so sweet and bright,
O my darling little maiden,
I of thee think day and night.
Long is now the winter evening,
Fain would I disperse its gloom,
Sitting by thee, talking with thee
In thy trusty little room.
To my lips I’d fain be pressing
Thy dear little snowy hand,
With my falling tears caressing
Thy dear little snowy hand.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 52.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/406/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 52.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/406/.
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