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Poems Selected from Heinrich Heine – by Kate Freiligrath Kroeker

Oft he sat in the gloomiest corner at home
Before men he was silent and flustered
And yearned, with stretched arms, as for someone to come
Yet scarcely a syllable muttered
But when midnight had fallen o'er the sorrowful man
A strange musical ringing and singing began
And a tapping with whispering soft uttered
 
And in gently gliding his love met his sight
In soft rustling foam garments gleaming
Blowing and glowing like rose leaves in light
Her veil with fair star jewels beaming
Gold ringlets at will round her slender form play
Her eyes greet his own and he owns their sweet sway
They embrace – he no longer is dreaming
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In crystalline palace, deep under the sea
The good night enchanted is straying
He stares in wild wonder and scarcely can see
For the splendour and glory bright raying
But the Nixie in love holds him fast to her side
The knight is a bridegroom, the Nixie is bride
And her maidens the cithern are playing

They're playing and singing, and singing so well
Ah, who in that wild dance is fleetest?
The knight is half giddy, his heart seems to swell
And more firmly he clings to the sweetest
When sudden a darkness o'er all seems to come
And the good knight again sits so lonely at home
In his close little poet's chamber