New Spring - Part 4

I'm in love with a flower, but know not which;
So I grieve apart.
I peer in each cup for a treasure rich;
I look for a heart.

In the sunset gold the nightingales pine,
The flowers are sweet.
I look for a heart that's as fond as mine,
And as fond shall beat.

The nightingale sings, and I know, I know
What her song says clear;
We are both so fearful and full of woe,
Of woe and fear.
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Heinrich Heine
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