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THE LORE-LEI

By
Heinrich Heine
1797 - 1856


&/\&/\&

I know not whence it rises,

This thought so full of woe; ---

But a tale of the times departed

Haunts me --- and will not go.
 

The air is cool, and it darkens,

And calmly flows the Rhine;

The mountain peaks are sparkling

In the sunny evening-shine.
 

And yonder sits a maiden,

The fairest of the fair;

With gold is her garment glittering,

And she combs her golden hair.
 

With a golden comb she combs it,

And a wild song singeth she,

That melts the heart with a wondrous

And powerful melody.
 

The boatman feels his bosom

With a nameless longing move;

He sees not the gulfs before him,

His gaze is fixed above.
 

Till over boat and boatman

The Rhine's deep waters run;

And this with her magic singing

The Lore-Lei hath done !
 

&/\&/\&


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