HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

44 I^eine*
also began within me a new Spring, new
flowers put forth their buds in my heart,
the sense of freedom, like a rose, sprang
up, and tender longings too, like newborn
violets, and among them truly
many a weed. Over the graves of dead
wishes hope spread her smiling mantle
of green, melodies of poesy also returned
like birds of passage which, having
spent the winter in the warm south, now
sought again their forsaken northern
nests, and my forlorn northern heart rejoiced
and blossomed as before, only I
knew not how it all came about. Was it
a dusky or a fair complexioned sun that
again awakened Spring in my heart, and
kissed away the sleep of the flowers,
and with its smiles brought back the
nightingales ? Was it nature herself
which sought an echo in my bosom, to
gaze therein, as in a mirror, at her own
new beauty of Spring-time ?
IN LOVE.
Worthy friend, thou art in love.
Wounded by a recent dart;
All grows darker in thy head,
All grows lighter in thy heart.
Worthy friend, thou art in love,
And 'tis vain to answer no,