HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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Epilog* tptloque
Like the stalks of wheat in the fields.
So flourishand wave in the mind of man
His thoughts.
But the delicate fancies of love
Are like gay little intermingled blossoms
Of red and blue flowers.
Red and blue flowers!
The surly reaper rejects you as useless.
The wooden flail scornfully thrashes you.
Even the luckless traveler.
Whom your aspect delights and refreshes.
Shakes his head.
And calls you beautiful weeds.
But the msdc maiden.
The wearer of garlands,
Honors you, and plucks you.
And adorns with you her fair locks.
And thus decorated she hastens to the dancing-green
Where the flutes and fiddles sweedy resound;
Or to the quiet bushes
Where the voice of her beloved soundeth sweeter still
Than fiddles or flutes.
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