I arise with daybreak, crying

I arise with daybreak, crying:
“Comes sweetheart to-day?”
I lie down with evening, sighing:
“Still she stays away.”

All the long night, care encumbered,
Passes without sleep;
All the day, as though I slumbered,
To and fro I creep.
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Heinrich Heine
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