Friday, 20 July 2018

Heart, my Heart - Heinrich Heine

Heart, my heart, no longer mourn,
Wail no more the weary days,
Spring will freshen all the ways
By the winter made forlorn.

And the world is still how fair!
And how much remains to thee!
And, my heart, thou need’st to care
For all things that pleasant be.

Christian Johann Heinrich Heine (1797–1856) Germany
Translated by Edward William Thomson
Source: The Book of Sorrow, ed. by Andrew Macphail. London, New York: Oxford University Press, 1916

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