Heinrich Heine - Der Tod, Das Ist
PoemHunter.com
2014-11-10
Views 20
Our death is in the cool of night,
Our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
Day’s tired me with light.
Over my head in leaves grown deep,
Sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.
Heinrich Heine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/der-tod-das-ist/
Our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
Day’s tired me with light.
Over my head in leaves grown deep,
Sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.
Heinrich Heine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/der-tod-das-ist/
Report form
