Love
The Return Home, 71
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1908) · From Pictures of Travel: The Return Home (1823-24)
Heaven knows where the haughty hussy
May have will’d to pitch her tent;
Swearing, with the rain fast falling,
All the city through I went.
From one tavern to another
Ran I swiftly in the rain,
And to every surly waiter
Did I turn myself in vain.
Then I saw her at a window,
Nodding, tittering as well:
Could I tell that thou wouldst live in,
Maiden, such a grand hotel?
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 71.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/425/.
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Heine, Heinrich. “The Return Home, 71.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heine/425/.
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