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FROM DIE HEIMKEHR'	A
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I	-
Is your hate then of such measure	A
Do you truly so detest me	B
Through all the world will I complain	C
Of how you have addressed me	B
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O ye lips that are ungrateful	D
Hath it never once distressed you	E
That you can say such awful things	F
Of any one who ever kissed you	E
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II	-
So thou hast forgotten fully	B
That I so long held thy heart wholly	B
Thy little heart so sweet and false and small	G
That there's no thing more sweet or false at all	G
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Love and lay thou hast forgotten fully	B
And my heart worked at them unduly	B
I know not if the love or if the lay were better stuff	H
But I know now they both were good enough	H
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III	-
Tell me where thy lovely love is	I
Whom thou once did sing so sweetly	B
When the fairy flames enshrouded	J
Thee and held thy heart completely	B
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All the flames are dead and sped now	K
And my heart is cold and sere	A
Behold this book the urn of ashes	L
Tis my true love's sepulchre	A
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IV	H
I dreamt that I was God Himself	H
Whom heavenly joy immerses	L
And all the angels sat about	M
And praised my verses	L
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V	H
The mutilated choir boys	L
When I begin to sing	N
Complain about the awful noise	L
And call my voice too thick a thing	N
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When light their voices lift them up	O
Bright notes against the ear	A
Through trills and runs like crystal	D
Ring delicate and clear	A
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They sing of Love that's grown desirous	L
Of Love and joy that is Love's inmost part	P
And all the ladies swim through tears	L
Toward such a work of art	P
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VI	H
This delightful young man	Q
Should not lack for honourers	L
He propitiates me with oysters	L
With Rhine wine and liqueurs	L
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How his coat and pants adorn him	R
Yet his ties are more adorning	N
In these he daily comes to ask me	H
'Are you feeling well this morning '	-
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He speaks of my extended fame	S
My wit charm definitions	L
And is diligent to serve me	H
Is detailed in his provisions	L
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In evening company he sets his face	L
In most spirituel positions	L
And declaims before the ladies	L
My god like compositions	L
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what comfort is it for me	H
To find him such when the days bring	N
No comfort at my time of life when	T
All good things go vanishing	N
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TRANSLATOR TO TRANSLATED	J
O Harry Heine curses be	H
I live too late to sup with thee	H
Who can demolish at such polished ease	L
Philistia's pomp and Art's pomposities	L
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VII	H
SONG FROM 'DIE HARZREISE'	L
I am the Princess Ilza	L
In Ilsenstein I fare	A
Come with me to that castle	D
And we'll be happy there	A
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Thy head will I cover over	A
With my waves' clarity	H
Till thou forget thy sorrow	A
wounded sorrowfully	D
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Thou wilt in my white arms then	T
Nay on my breast thou must	U
Forget and rest and dream there	A
For thine old legend lust	U
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My lips and my heart are thine there	A
As they were his and mine	V
His Why the good King Harry's	L
And he is dead lang syne	V
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Dead men stay alway dead men	V
Life is the live man's part	P
And I am fair and golden	V
With joy breathless at heart	P
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If my heart stay below there	A
My crystal halls ring clear	A
To the dance of lords and ladies	L
In all their splendid gear	A
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The silken trains go rustling	N
The spur clinks sound between	V
The dark dwarfs blow and bow there	A
Small horn and violin	V
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Yet shall my white arms hold thee	H
That bound King Harry about	M
Ah I covered his ears with them	W
When the trumpet rang out	M
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VIII	H
NIGHT SONG	X
And have you thoroughly kissed my lips	L
There was no particular haste	Y
And are you not ready when evening's come	Z
There's no particular haste	Y
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You've got the whole night before you	E
Heart's all beloved my own	V
In an uninterrupted night one can	V
Get a good deal of kissing done	V

Ezra Pound

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