HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

In the hedge a new refrain;
Call the Oreads from the shore,
"All thy flowers come again.
But thy daughter comes no more."
Ah, how many weary days
I have sought o'er wide earth's space.
Titan, all thy sunny rays
I have sent on her dear trace.
"Yet not one renews assurance
Of the darling face I wot.
Day, that finds all things, the durance
Of my lost one, findeth not.
"Hast thou ravished, Zeus, my daughter?
Or, love-smitten by her charms.
Hath, o'er Orcus's night-black water,
Pluto snatched her in his arms?
"Who towards that gloomy strand
Herald of my grief will be?
Ever floats the bark from land.
Bearing phantoms ceaselessly.
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