Friedrich Halm: “My Heart…”
.Excerpt, “Translations From The German Poets.” Edward Stanhope Pearson. 1879.
My heart, I fain would ask thee,
What call’st thou love, expound?
“Two souls with one thought between them,
Two hearts with one pulse-bound!”
And say, from whence love cometh:
“She comes, and lo, she’s there!”
And say, how doth love vanish?
“If so, love never were.”
And when is love the purest?
“When she herself excludes!”
And when is love the deepest?
“When silentest she broods!”
And when is love the richest?
“Then when with gifts she’s fraught!”
And say, what is’t love speaketh?
“She loves, but speaketh nought!”