Paraphrases on Heine.
203
XXIII.
I.
![O](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f9/Poems_Eckley_O.jpg/47px-Poems_Eckley_O.jpg)
O! tell me my Love, say why,
And why in the fresh green grass
Do the violets motionless lie?
II.
Why sings in so mournful a strain,
The lark as she soars from the tree,
And bears on the soft wooing breeze,
Only a death-scent to me?
The lark as she soars from the tree,
And bears on the soft wooing breeze,
Only a death-scent to me?
III.
Why shines the sun on mine eye,
So angrily down, and so cold?
And why does the earth look so grey,
And barren as e'en the death-mould?
So angrily down, and so cold?
And why does the earth look so grey,
And barren as e'en the death-mould?
IV.
And why am I weary and sad,
My darling, my darling, O say,
O! tell me, my only beloved one,
Why hast thou forsaken me, say?
My darling, my darling, O say,
O! tell me, my only beloved one,
Why hast thou forsaken me, say?