From 'To Seraphime' Poem by Heinrich Heine

From 'To Seraphime'

Rating: 2.4


Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends

Through the wood when I am wandering
In the dusky eventide,
Goes a dainty form in silence
Always closely at my side.

Is not this thy veil, the white one?
This the gentle face I love?
Is it merely moonlight breaking
Through the gloomy firs above?

Is that sound the sound of weeping
From mine own eyes welling deep?
Or dost thou, Beloved, truly
Walk to-night by me and weep?

Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein

The Runic stone from the sea rears high
Where I sit and dream and ponder;
The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry;
The billows foam and wander.

Oh, many a maiden loved have I,
With many a lad gone roaming—
Where are they now? The winds, they sigh-
The billows wander foaming.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 16 December 2016

walking in memories roaming in the woods with the moonlight breaking, is apparently a good time to sit and ponder, but I fear in a romantic heart a good lover's moon should not be left lonely

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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 September 2017

The Runic stone from the sea rears high Where I sit and dream and ponder; The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry; The billows foam and wander..... thrilling expression full of feelings. Beautifully crafted.

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Sabita Sahoo 22 September 2017

A lovely poem to read, Thanks for the sharing.

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Paul Reed 22 September 2017

The winds they pipe, the sea-gulls cry, the billows foam and wander.....and suddenly the reader is there with the writer.

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Gajanan Mishra 22 September 2017

I sit and fream and ponder, beautiful

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Terry Craddock 08 October 2020

A Good Lover's Moon Left Alone Pale Lonely Shining walking in memories roaming in restless woods with the moonlight breaking is wind silent waiting a good time to sit to ponder while inside heart shatters breaking I fear in a romantic heart a good lover's moon should not be left alone pale lonely shining feel the moonlight breaking feel heart within shatter shaking feel clay cast down fit for remaking Dedicated to the poet Henrich Heine.

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Nice poem. I love it.

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lovely poem. Well one.

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 22 September 2017

Oh, many a maiden loved have I, With many a lad gone roaming— Where are they now? The winds, they sigh- The billows wander foaming. A dreamers poem beautifully penned.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 22 September 2017

The Runic stone from the sea rears high Where I sit and dream and ponder; Beautifully written. 10

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