Paraphrases on Heine.
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IV.
Now silent and even like death they lie,
As coldly they stiffen,—like pale mist fly;
Yet anew might revive the passion of old,
If the spirit of love could again enfold.
As coldly they stiffen,—like pale mist fly;
Yet anew might revive the passion of old,
If the spirit of love could again enfold.
V.
For I feel in my heart a presage ring,
That the spirit of love her dew will bring,
And ere long this book shall touch thy hand,
Thou sweetest Love in a distant land.
That the spirit of love her dew will bring,
And ere long this book shall touch thy hand,
Thou sweetest Love in a distant land.
VI.
Then will be broken the spell of these lays,
While on the pale letters thou shalt gaze,
As they lift an appeal to thy beautiful eyes,
And whisper in sadness with love's own sighs.
While on the pale letters thou shalt gaze,
As they lift an appeal to thy beautiful eyes,
And whisper in sadness with love's own sighs.
XXVI.
I.
DREAMT;—the moon looked sadly down,And sadly shone each star,
Methought it bore me to my Love,
Many hundred miles afar.
