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EMMA by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: HE STANDS AS FIRM AS A TREE STEM
Last Line: AFTER LIFE COMES DEATH AT LAST.
Subject(s): DEATH; KISSES; LIFE; LOVE; PITY; DEAD, THE;

1.

HE stands as firm as a tree stem,
In heat and tempest and frost;
His toes in the ground are planted,
His arms are heavenward toss'd.

Thus long is Bagiratha tortured,
And Brama his torments would end;
He makes the mighty Ganges
Down from the heavens descend.

But I, my loved one, am vainly
Tormented and stricken with woe;
From out of thine heavenly eyelids
No drops of pity e'er flow.

2.

FOUR-and-twenty hours I still must
Wait, to see my bliss complete,
As her sidelong glances tell me,
Glances, O how dazzling sweet!

Language is but inexpressive,
Words are awkward and in vain;
Soon as they are said, the pretty
Butterfly flies off again.

But a look may last for ever,
And with joy may fill thy breast,
Making it like some wide heaven,
Full of starry rapture blest.

3.

NOT one solitary kiss
After months of loving passion
So my mouth must still continue
Dry, in very wretched fashion.

Happiness seem'd once at hand,
And her breath I e'en felt nigh me
But without my lips e'er touching,
She, alas! soon fleeted by me.

4.

EMMA, for my satisfaction
Say if I'm distracted driven,
By my love, or is love only
The result of my distraction?

Ah! I'm tortured, charming Emma,
Not alone by my mad loving,
Not alone by loving madness,
But besides by this dilemma.

5.

WHEN I'm with thee, strife and need!
So I on my travels started;
Yet my life, when from thee parted,
Is no life, but death indeed.

Pondering all the livelong night,
I 'twixt death and hell lay choosing --
Ah, methinks this strife confusing
Now has driv'n me mad outright!

6.

FAST is creeping on us dreary
Night with many a ghostly shape,
And our souls are growing weary,
And we at each other gape.

Thou art old and I still older,
And our spring has ceased to bloom;
Thou art cold, and I still colder,
At th' approach of winter's gloom.

At the end, how all is sadden'd!
After love's sweet cares are past,
Cares draw nigh, by love ungladden'd,
After life comes death at last.



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