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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Atlas

By Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)

Translation of Charles Harvey Genung

AH me, most wretched Atlas! All the world,

The whole great world of sorrow I am bearing;

I bear what is unbearable, and breaking

Is now my heart within me.

Thou haughty heart, thou hast now what thou wouldst!

For happy thou wouldst be, supremely happy,

Else be supremely wretched, haughty heart;

And lo! now art thou wretched.