(LYRIC INTERMEZZO) <br /> <br />There fell a star from realms above-- <br />A glittering, glorious star to see! <br />Methought it was the star of love, <br />So sweetly it illumined me. <br /> <br />And from the apple branches fell <br />Blossoms and leaves that time in June; <br />The wanton breezes wooed them well <br />With soft caress and amorous tune. <br /> <br />The white swan proudly sailed along <br />And vied her beauty with her note-- <br />The river, jealous of her song, <br />Threw up its arms to clasp her throat. <br /> <br />But now--oh, now the dream is past-- <br />The blossoms and the leaves are dead, <br />The swan's sweet song is hushed at last, <br />And not a star burns overhead.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-paraphrase-of-heine/
