by: Heinrich Heine (1799-1856)
- HE years
they come and go,
- The races drop in the grave,
- Yet never the love doth so
- Which here in my heart I have.
- Could I see thee but once, one day,
- And sink down so on my knee,
- And die in thy sight while I say,
- "Lady, I love but thee!"
POEMS BY HEINRICH HEINE
This English translation of "Ad
Finem" was composed by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861).