POETRY.
FROM HEINE.
In TEACH SAM ICH DIE GIELIEBTE."
DREAMIN(1, I saw the beloved one, A woman careworn and pale, Now withered away aud faded The form once blooming and hale.
One child she bore on her bosom, By the hand another she led, With misery writ in lief features, Her aspect, her garmeuts, and tread.
She tottered across the market, And there we meet again ; She looks upon me, and calmly I say in bitterest pain : "Come in with me to my dwelling, For thou art pale and ill ; And I will patiently labour, But thou shalt have thy fill.
" I also will tend and cherish The babes thou hast with thee, But thyself before any other, Poor child of misery !
"I never will think to upbraid thee, With my love's early doom, And will whenever thou diest Bitterly weep at thy tomb." T. S. E.
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