HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

42 i^eine*
THE TYPICAL GERMAN SAVANT.
He consisted of nothing but soul and
plasters, and yet he studied night and
day as though he feared lest the worms
might find a few ideas missing in his
head.
LORELEI.
I canna tell what has come ower me
That I am sae eerie and wae;
An auld-warld tale comes before me.
It haunts me by nicht and by day.
From the cool lift the gloamin' draps
dimmer.
And the Rhine slips saftly by;
The taps of the mountains shimmer
I' the lowe o' the sunset sky.
Up there, in a glamour entrancin'.
Sits a maiden- wondrous fair;
Her gowden adornments are glancin',
She is kaimin' her gowden hair.
As she kaims it the gowd kaim glistens.
The while she is singin' a song
That hands the rapt soul that listens.
With its melody sweet and strong.
The boy, floating .by in vague wonder.
Is seized with a wild weird love;