C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
In the Fishers Cabin
By Heinrich Heine (17971856)
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Looking out upon the sea;
Then came the mists of evening,
Ascending silently.
One after one to burn,
And on the far horizon
A ship we could still discern.
The sailor and how he thrives,
And how betwixt heaven and ocean,
And joy and sorrow he strives;
South, North, and everywhere,
And of the curious people
And curious customs there;
That giant trees embower,
Where a beautiful, tranquil people
Kneel to the lotus flower;
Broad-mouthed and flat-headed and small,
Who cower upon the hearthstone,
Bake fish, and cackle, and squall.
Then never a word was said.
The ship we could see no longer:
It was far too dark o’erhead.