London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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HEINE TO HIS MISTRESS |
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HEINE TO HIS MISTRESS
What do the violets ail,
So wan, so shy?
Why are the roses pale?
Oh why? Oh why?
So wan, so shy?
Why are the roses pale?
Oh why? Oh why?
The lark sad music makes
To sullen skies;
From yonder flowery brakes
Dead odours rise.
To sullen skies;
From yonder flowery brakes
Dead odours rise.
Why is the sun's new birth
A dawn of gloom?
Oh why is this fair earth
My joyless tomb?
A dawn of gloom?
Oh why is this fair earth
My joyless tomb?
I wait apart and sigh,
I call to thee;
Why, Heart's-belovèd, why
Didst thou leave me?
I call to thee;
Why, Heart's-belovèd, why
Didst thou leave me?
1876.
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