HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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RESURRECTION DREAM.
Night lay upon my eyelids ;
Upon my mouth lay lead;
With rigid brain and bosom,
I lay among the dead.
How long it was I know not
That sleep thus rest me gave;
I wakened up, and heard then
A knocking at my grave.
" Wilt thou not rise up, Henry ?
The eternal day comes on.
The dead are all arisen,
The endless joys begun."
"My love, I cannot raise me.
For I have lost iny sight;
My eyes with bitter weeping,
They are extinguished quite."
"From thy dear eyelids, Henry,
I'll kiss the night away;
Thou shalt behold the angels.
And also Heaven's display."
" My love, I cannot raise me ;
Still out the blood is poured.
Where thou heart-deep didst stab me
With a keen-pointed word."
" I will my hand lay, Henry,
Soft, soft upon thy heart;
And that will stop its bleeding —
And soothe at once the smart."