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The Lorelei
By Heinrich Heine (17971856)
I
This thought so full of woe;
But a tale of times departed
Haunts me, and will not go.
And calmly flows the Rhine;
The mountain peaks are sparkling
In the sunny evening-shine.
The fairest of the fair:
With gold is her garment glittering,
As she combs her golden hair;
And a wild song singeth she,
That melts the heart with a wondrous
And powerful melody.
With a nameless longing move;
He sees not the gulfs before him,
His gaze is fixed above;
The Rhine’s deep waters run:
And this, with her magic singing,
The Lorelei has done!