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

The Fisher’s Hut

By Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)

Translation of Charles Godfrey Leland

THE OCEAN shimmered far around,

As the last sun-rays shone;

We sat beside the fisher’s hut,

Silent and all alone.

The mist swam up, the water heaved,

The sea-mew round us screamed;

And from thy dark eyes, full of love,

The scalding tear-drops streamed.

I saw them fall upon thy hand;

Upon my knee I sank,

And from that white and yielding hand

The glittering tears I drank.

And since that hour I waste away,

Mid passion’s hopes and fears:

O weeping girl! O weary heart!—

Thou’rt poisoned with her tears!