Heinrich Heine Poems

Just by chance on my journey
I met my beloved’s kin,
Sister and father and mother
Knew me, and welcomed me in.
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There lies the heat of summer
On your cheek’s lovely art:
There lies the cold of winter
Within your little heart.
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A single fir-tree, lonely,
On a northern mountain height,
Sleeps in a white blanket,
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Yonder, on the mountain summit,
Lies the castle wrapped in night;
In the valley gleam the sparkles
Struck from clashing swords in fight.
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I don’t believe in Heaven,
Whose peace the preacher cites:
I only trust your eyes now,
They’re my heavenly lights.
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Thalatta! Thalatta!
Sei mir gegrüßt, du ewiges Meer!
Sei mir gegrüßt zehntausendmal,
Aus jauchzendem Herzen,
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My day was happy, fortunate my night.
My People loved me when I struck the lyre
Of Poetry. Passion was my song, and fire:
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It has died in me, as it must,
Every idle, earthly lust,
My hatred too of wickedness,
Utterly now, even the sense,
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The pearly treasures of the sea,
The lights that spatter heaven above,
More precious than these wonders are
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The old dream comes again to me:
With May-night stars above,
We two sat under the linden-tree
And swore eternal love.
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