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Sir Walter Scott.

The Violet


The violet in her green-wood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.

Though fair her gems of azure hue,
Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining;
I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,
More sweet through watery lustre shining.

The summer sun that dew shall dry,
Ere yet the day be passed its morrow;
No longer in my false love's eye
Remained the tear of parting sorrow.

Heinrich Heine

Die Lilje meiner Liebe
Du stehst so träumend am Bach,
Und schaust hinein so trübe,
Und flüsterst Weh und Ach!

Geh fort mit deinem Gekose!
Ich weiß es, du falscher Mann,
Daß meine Cousine, die Rose,
Dein falsches Herz gewann.

Poetic translation

My sweetheart has a lily
That dreams by a brook all day,
It turns from me, and stilly
Its beauty seems to say:

"Go, faithless man, your rapture
Has left me cold. . . . Depart!
I saw you bend and capture
The Rose with your faithless heart."

Aus meinen grossen Schmerzen
Mach' ich die kleinen Lieder;
Die heben ihr klingend Gefieder
Und flattern nach ihrem Herzen.

Sie fanden den Weg zur Trauten,
Doch kommen sie wieder und klagen,
Und klagen und wollen nicht sagen
Was sie im Herzen schauten.

Poetic translation:

From grief too great to banish
Come songs, my lyric minions;
They lift their airy pinions
And toward her bosom vanish.

I let them rise and depart there--
But soon they flew homeward complainin
Complaining, but never explaining
What they had seen in her heart there.