HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

Ah, how fair thou art when frankly
Thou reveal'st thy soul's dimensions.
And thy speech is overflowing
With the noblest of intentions.
When thou tell'st me how thy feelings
Always have been truest, highest.
To the pride within thy bosom
Thou no sacrifice denyest.
Not for millions, thou averrest,
Man could thy pure honor buy.
Ere thou sell thyself for money
Ah, thou wouldst far liefer die.
I before thee stand and listen;
To the end I listen stoudy.
Like a type of faith in silence.
And I fold my hands devoutly.
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