Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault read more
As the moon's fair image quaketh
In the raging waves of ocean,
Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,
Moves with silent peaceful motion.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving,
As if in the torch-dance circling.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.
