HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

"As the butterfly flutters anigh a flower,
From its delicate chalice sips.
In such wise ever fluttered my soul
Anigh to her rosy lips.
"Her rich black ringlets floating loose.
Her noble face enwreath.
When once her large eyes rest on thee.
Thou canst not stir nor breathe.
"When once her large eyes rest on thee.
With chains thou art bounden fast;
'Twas only in sorest need I chanced
To flee from her hill at last.
"From her hill at last I have escaped,
But through all the livelong day.
Those beautiful eyes still follow me.
'Come back!' they seem to say.
"A lifeless ghost all day I pine.
But at night I dream of my bride.
And then my spirit awakes in me.
She laughs and sits by my side.
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