Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends <br /> <br />Through the wood when I am wandering <br />In the dusky eventide, <br />Goes a dainty form in silence <br />Always closely at my side. <br /> <br />Is not this thy veil, the white one? <br />This the gentle face I love? <br />Is it merely moonlight breaking <br />Through the gloomy firs above? <br /> <br />Is that sound the sound of weeping <br />From mine own eyes welling deep? <br />Or dost thou, Beloved, truly <br />Walk to-night by me and weep? <br /> <br />Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein <br /> <br />The Runic stone from the sea rears high <br />Where I sit and dream and ponder; <br />The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry; <br />The billows foam and wander. <br /> <br />Oh, many a maiden loved have I, <br />With many a lad gone roaming— <br />Where are they now? The winds, they sigh- <br />The billows wander foaming.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-to-seraphime/
