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FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE.
As I each morning past thy dwelling,
Like some unrestful traveller, flit,
It glads my heart, O lovely maiden!
To see thee at the casement sit.
Like some unrestful traveller, flit,
It glads my heart, O lovely maiden!
To see thee at the casement sit.
Thou seemest with thy dark-brown eyes
Me curiously to watch and scan;
“Who art thou? and what aileth thee?
Thou strange, forlorn, unhappy man!”
Me curiously to watch and scan;
“Who art thou? and what aileth thee?
Thou strange, forlorn, unhappy man!”
I am a German Poet, I!
Through German-land all-widely famed;
When men speak of their greatest men,
The name I bear is also named.
Through German-land all-widely famed;
When men speak of their greatest men,
The name I bear is also named.
And that which aileth me, my girl,
Ails many a German heart untamed;
When men speak of their greatest woes,
The woe I feel is also named.
Ails many a German heart untamed;
When men speak of their greatest woes,
The woe I feel is also named.
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