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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)

From the ‘Romances’: Translation of Ernest Beard

WHEN Spring with her sunshine revisits the Earth,

The buds peep out and the blossoms shake;

When the Moon on her nightly course sails forth,

The little stars swim in her shimmering wake;

When sweet eyes trouble the poet’s gaze.

They touch the note of a thousand lays.

Yet eyes, and songs, and blossoming flowers,

And splendor of Sun or of Moon or of Star,

However beautiful such things are,

Are far from being this world of ours.