Heinrich Heine (1799-1856). The Lotos Flower. Margarete Munsterberg, ed., trans. 1916. A Harvest of German Verse

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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.

The Lotos Flower

By Heinrich Heine (1799–1856)


THE LOTOS flower trembles
In fear of the sunshine bright,
And with her head cast downward
Waits dreaming for the night.

She is waked by the moon, her lover,	5
By moonbeams’ light embrace,
And she unveils in kindness
Her gentle flower face.

She blooms and glows and shining
All silent looks above:	10
With tears and fragrance she trembles
In love and the woe of love.