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Poems (Bushnell)/Two Songs

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4493076Poems — Two SongsFrances Louisa Bushnell
XXXVIITWO SONGS
[From The German of Heinrich Heine]

I.

My heart, my heart is heavy,
But gayly glances the May;
I stand and lean on the linden,
High up on the bastion gray.

The city's moat below me
Flows still and blue as the sky;
A boy on its sleepy current,
Goes fishing and whistling by.

On the smiling landscape yonder,
In fairy and motley array,
Are oxen and meadow and woodland
And gardens and children at play.

The maidens, at their bleaching,
On the greensward go and come;
The mill-wheel scatters jewels,
I hear its distant hum.

Up on the old gray tower
A sentry-box shows brown;
A tall red-coated fellow
Goes marching up and down.

He trifles with his musket,
That shines in the sunlight red;
He presents it and he shoulders,—
I wish he would shoot me dead!

II.

They have, indeed, tormented
And maddened me with fate;
Some with their love have done it,
And others with their hate.

With wine they've mingled poison,
And with the bread I ate;
Some with their love have done it,
And others with their hate.

But she, who more than any
Can torture, wound, and move,
Is she that does not hate me,
And yet that does not love.