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The Fishers Hut
By Heinrich Heine (17971856)
T
As the last sun-rays shone;
We sat beside the fisher’s hut,
Silent and all alone.
The sea-mew round us screamed;
And from thy dark eyes, full of love,
The scalding tear-drops streamed.
Upon my knee I sank,
And from that white and yielding hand
The glittering tears I drank.
Mid passion’s hopes and fears:
O weeping girl! O weary heart!—
Thou’rt poisoned with her tears!