HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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IN THE HARBOR.
Happy is he who hath reached the safe
harbor.
Leaving behind him the stormy wild
ocean.
And now sits cosy and warm
In the good old Town-Cellar of Bremen.
How sweet and home-like the world is
reflected,
In the chalice green of a Rhinewine
Rummer.
And how the dancing microcosm
Sunnily glides down the thirsty throat!
Everything I behold in the glass.
History, old and new, of the nations.
Both Turks and Greeks, and Hegel and
Gans,
Forests of citron and big reviews,
Berlin and Shilda, and Tunis and Hamburg;
But, above all, thy image. Beloved,
And thy dear little head a gold-ground
of Rhenish!
SECOND LOVE.
For a woman there is no second love.
Her nature is too delicate to withstand
a second time that most terrible convulsion
of the soul.