I don’t know what it could mean, <br />Or why I’m so sad: I find, <br />A fairy-tale, from times unseen, <br />Won’t vanish from my mind. <br />The air is cool and it darkens, <br />And quiet flows the Rhine: <br />The tops of the mountains sparkle, <br />In evening’s after-shine. <br />The loveliest of maidens, <br />She’s wonderful, sits there, <br />Her golden jewels glisten, <br />She combs her golden hair. <br />She combs it with a comb of gold, <br />And sings a song as well: <br />Its strangeness too is old <br />And casts a powerful spell. <br />It grips the boatman in his boat <br />With a wild pang of woe: <br />He only looks up to the heights, <br />Can’t see the rocks below. <br />The waves end by swallowing <br />The boat and its boatman, <br />That’s what, by her singing, <br />The Lorelei has done.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ich-weiss-nicht-was-soll-es-bedeuten/
