Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PEACE-YEARNING, by HEINRICH HEINE


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First Line: O let thy wounds bleed on, and let
Last Line: Our loving mothers never bore us.
Subject(s): Graves; Grief; Peace; Tears; Tombs; Tombstones; Sorrow; Sadness


O LET thy wounds bleed on, and let
Thy tears for ever flow unbidden --
In sorrow revels secret joy,
And a sweet balm in tears is hidden.

If strangers hand did wound thee not,
Thou by thyself must needs be wounded
Thank God with all thy heart, if tears
To wet thy cheek have e'er abounded.

The noise of day is hush'd, and night
In long dark mantle comes from heaven;
While in her arms, nor fool nor dolt
Can break the rest to soothe thee given.

Here thou art safe from music's noise,
And from the piano's hammer-hammer,
From the grand opera's pompous notes,
And the bravura's fearful clamour.

Here thou art not pursued, nor plagued
By endless crowds of idle smatt'rers;
Nor by the genius Giacomo,
And all the clique of world-known chatt'rers.

O grave, thou art the Paradise
Of ears that shun the rabble's chorus;
Death's good indeed, yet better 'twere
Our loving mothers never bore us.





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