Paraphrases on Heine.
205
LV.
I.
N my dreams I have wept for thee,In the grave thou wert lying low;
But on awakening, still the tears
Adown my wet cheeks would flow.
II.
In my dreams I have wept for thee,
I thought thou wert false to me;
But awakening, still was weeping,
Aye, weeping most bitterly.
I thought thou wert false to me;
But awakening, still was weeping,
Aye, weeping most bitterly.
III.
In my dreams I have wept for thee,
Tho' I dreamed that thou wert true;
Yet awakening, still the tears
Adown my wet cheeks would flow.
Tho' I dreamed that thou wert true;
Yet awakening, still the tears
Adown my wet cheeks would flow.
XI.
ITH sails of black my ship glides on,Over the angry sea;
Thou know'st how sorréowful I am,
How sick at heart for thee.
