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A Minor Poet and other Verse. Levy, Amy, 1861–1889.
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page: 90

Translated from Geibel.

  • O SAY, thou wild, thou oft‐deceived heart,
  • What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast ?
  • After thy long, unutterable woe
  • Wouldst thou not rest ?
  • Fall’n from Life’s tree the sweet rose‐blossom lies,
  • And fragrant youth has fled. What made to seem
  • This earth as fair to thee as Paradise,
  • Was all a dream.
  • The blossom fell, the thorn was left to me ;
  • Deep from the wound the blood‐drops ever flow,
  • All that I have are yearnings, wild desires,
  • And wrath and woe.
  • They brought me Lethe’s water, saying, “Drink !”
  • “Drink, for the draught is sweet,” I heard them say,
  • “Shalt learn how soft a thing forgetting is.”
  • I answered : “Nay.”
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  • What tho’ indeed it were an idle cheat,
  • Nathless to me ’twas very fair and blest :
  • With every breath I draw I know that love
  • Reigns in my breast.
  • Let me go forth,—and thou, my heart, bleed on :
  • A lonely spot I seek by night and day,
  • That love and sorrow I may there breathe forth
  • In a last lay.
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