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Title: Night In The Cabin
Author: Heinrich Heine [
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The ocean hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars,
But oh, my heart, my heart,
My heart hath its love.
Great are the sea and the heavens,
But greater is my heart.
And fairer than pearls or stars
Glistens and glows my love,
Thou little, youthful maiden,
Come unto my mighty heart.
My heart, and the sea, and the heavens
Are melting away with love.
* * * * *
On the azure vault of heaven,
Where the beauteous stars are shining,
I am fain to press my lips now,
Wildly press midst stormy weeping.
Yonder myriad stars the eyes are
Of my darling, and they twinkle,
And they beckon to me kindly
From the azure vault of heaven.
Towards the azure vault of heaven,
Towards the eyes of my beloved,
Piously mine arms uplifting,
Thus I supplicate and worship;
Lovely eyes, ye lights of heaven,
Graciously my soul inspire--
Let me die and let me win you,
You and all your spacious heavens.
* * * * *
From the eyes of heaven yonder,
Golden sparks fall trembling downward,
Through the night. My soul dilateth,
Filled and overfilled with passion.
Oh ye eyes of heaven yonder,
Weep yourselves to death within me!
Till my spirit overfloweth
With the radiant starry tear drops.
* * * * *
Cradled by the waves of ocean,
And by drowsy thoughts and visions,
Still I lie within the cabin,
In my berth so dark and narrow.
Through the open hatchway yonder,
I can see the stars clear shining.
The beloved eyes so gentle,
Of my gentle well-beloved.
The beloved eyes so gentle
Hold above my head their vigil;
And they glimmer and they beckon
From the azure vault of heaven.
On the azure vault of heaven,
Still I gaze through blessed hours,
Till a white and filmy vapor
Veils from me those eyes beloved.
* * * * *
Against the wooden wall of the ship
Where my dreaming head reclines,
Break the waves, the wild sea-waves.
They whisper and murmur
Close into mine ear:
"Oh foolish young fellow,
Thine arm is short and the sky is far off,
And the stars are all firmly nailed above
With golden nails.
Vain is thy yearning and vain is thy sighing!
The best thou canst do is to go to sleep."
* * * * *
I dreamed a dream about a strange vast heath,
All overlaid with white and quiet snow.
And I beneath that white snow buried lay,
And slept the cold and lonely sleep of death.
But from the dark and shadowy heavens yonder,
Upon my grave the starry eyes looked down.
Those gentle eyes! Triumphantly they sparkled,
With still serenity, yet full of love.
[The end]
Heinrich Heine's poem: Night In The Cabin
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