THE OLD DREAM COMES AGAIN TO ME
by: Heinrich Heine (1799-1856)
- HE old dream
comes again to me:
- With May-night stars above,
- We two sat under the linden-tree
- And swore eternal love.
- Again and again we plighted troth,
- We chattered, and laughed, and kissed;
- To make me well remember my oath
- You gave me a bite on the wrist.
- O darling with the eyes serene,
- And with the teeth so white!
- The vows were proper to the scene,
- Superfluous was the bite.
POEMS BY HEINRICH HEINE
This English translation of "Mir
Träumte Wieder Der Alte Traum" was composed by James