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

Will She Come?

By Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)

Translation of Ernest Beard

EVERY morning hears me query:

Will she come to-day?

Every evening answers, weary:

Still she stays away.

In my nights of lonely weeping,

Sleep I never know;

Dreaming, like a man half sleeping,

Through the day I go.