Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Lxiv. (from Heine.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHII GJFJ GKLK GMGN GOFO GPGP GBQB GRGR IRQR| Night lay upon mine eyelids | A |
| Upon my mouth lay lead | B |
| With rigid brain and bosom | C |
| I lay among the dead | B |
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| How long it was I know not | D |
| That sleep oblivion gave | E |
| I wakened up and listening | F |
| Heard a knocking at my grave | E |
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| Tis time to rise up Henry | G |
| The eternal day draws on | H |
| The dead are all arisen | I |
| The eternal joy's begun | I |
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| My love I cannot raise me | G |
| For I have lost my sight | J |
| My eyes with bitter weeping | F |
| They are extinguished quite | J |
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| From thy dear eyelids Henry | G |
| I'll kiss the night away | K |
| Thou shalt behold the angels | L |
| And Heaven's superb display | K |
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| My love I cannot raise me | G |
| Still bleeds my bosom gored | M |
| Where thou heart deep didst stab me | G |
| With a keen pointed word | N |
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| Soft I will lay it Henry | G |
| My hand soft on thy heart | O |
| And that will stop its bleeding | F |
| And soothe at once the smart | O |
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| My love I cannot raise me | G |
| My head is bleeding too | P |
| When thou wast stolen from me | G |
| I shot it through and through | P |
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| I with my tresses Henry | G |
| Will stop the fountain red | B |
| Press back again the blood stream | Q |
| And heal thy wounded head | B |
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| She begged so sweetly dearly | G |
| I could no more say no | R |
| I tried I strove to raise me | G |
| And to my darling go | R |
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| Then the wounds again burst open | I |
| With torrent force outbrake | R |
| From head and breast the blood stream | Q |
| And lo I came awake | R |
George Macdonald
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