Heinrich Heine

God will pardon me. It is his trade.

God will pardon me. It is his trade.

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.

Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
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Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
Thy letter, though is long.

The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.

The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.

It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.

It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.