Love
The Return Home, 59
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Pictures of Travel: The Return Home (1823-24)
Love
While with loving words, but lying,
I have bound me to thy breast,
Now in my own fetters dying,
Into earnest turns my jest.
When thou jestingly dost fly me,
By a rightful impulse led,
Then the powers of hell draw nigh me,
And I really shoot me dead.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 59.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/413/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 59.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/413/.
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