Heinrich Heine: A German Poet


Pictures of Travel, 15.


When I before thy dwelling,

At morning happen to be,

I rejoice, my little sweet one

When thee at thy window I see.


With thy dark brown eyes so piercing

My figure thou dost scan:

Who art thou, and what ails thee?

Thou strange and sickly man?


“I am a German poet.

Well known in the German land;

When the best names in it are reckon’d,

My name amongst them will stand.


My little one, that which ails me

Ails crowds in the German lands;

When the fiercest sorrows are reckon’d,

My sorrows amongst them will stand.”