Heinrich Heine

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all read more

With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.

If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,
Thou a heart's form will discover;
Therefore are the lindens ever
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If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,
Thou a heart's form will discover;
Therefore are the lindens ever
Chosen seats of each fond lover.

The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.

The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.

The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently read more

The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently ever,
Dips under the water clear.

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of read more

Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.