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!”
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And say, from whence love cometh:
“She comes, and lo, she’s there!”
And say, how doth love vanish?
“If so, love never were.”
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And when is love the purest?
“When she herself excludes!”
And when is love the deepest?
“When silentest she broods!”
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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!”