The old dream comes again to me: <br />With May-night stars above, <br />We two sat under the linden-tree <br />And swore eternal love. <br /> <br />Again and again we plighted troth, <br />We chattered, and laughed, and kissed; <br />To make me well remember my oath <br />You gave me a bite on the wrist. <br /> <br />O darling with the eyes serene, <br />And with the teeth so white! <br />The vows were proper to the scene, <br />Superfluous was the bite.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-dream-comes-again-to-me/
