Death Comes, And Now Must I Make Known [song]

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Title:     Death Comes, And Now Must I Make Known [song]
Author: Heinrich Heine [More Titles by Heine]

Death comes, and now must I make known
That which my pride eternally
Prayed to withhold; for thee, for thee,
My heart has throbbed for thee alone.

The coffin waits! within my grave
They drop me soon, where I shall rest.
But thou, Marie, shalt beat thy breast,
And think of me, and weep and rave.

And thou shalt wring thy hands, my friend.
Be comforted! it is our fate,
Our human fate, the good and great
And fair must have an evil end.

[The end]
Heinrich Heine's poem: Death Comes, And Now Must I Make Known [song]

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