Attempts At Translation From Heine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Pilgrimage To Kevlaar	A
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I	-
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At the window stood the mother	A
In bed the sick son lay	B
Will you not get up William	C
And see them marching away	B
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I am so ill O mother	A
That I cannot hear or see	D
I think of my dead Maggie	D
And my heart is broken in me	D
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Get up we will to Kevlaar	A
Take missal and rosarie	A
The Mother of God our Saviour	A
Will heal thy heart for thee	D
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They wave the broad church banners	E
They chant the holy song	F
And through Cologne on the Rhine stream	G
The procession draws along	F
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The mother follows the pilgrims	H
And her sick son leadeth she	D
And their voices join in the chorale	I
Bless d be thou Marie	D
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II	-
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The Mother of God at Kevlaar	D
To day wears her richest dress	J
To day she will be right busy	D
Such numbers come in distress	J
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And all the poor sick people	K
Bring with them offerings meet	L
They are little waxen figures	E
Many waxen hands and feet	L
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And who a wax hand offers	E
His hand's wound hurts no more	D
And who a wax foot offers	E
His foot is healed of its sore	D
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To Kevlaar went many on crutches	M
Who now can dance all night	N
And many now play on the viol	K
Whose fingers were helpless quite	N
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The mother took a wax light	N
And thereout shaped a heart	O
Take that to our dear Lord's Mother	D
And she will cure thy smart	O
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Sighing he took the wax heart	O
And knelt to the holy form	P
The tears from his eyes outstreaming	F
And the words from his heart blood warm	P
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Thou bless d among women	Q
God's Virgin pure from taint	R
Thou Queen of the highest Heaven	Q
To thee I bring my plaint	R
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I lived with my dear mother	D
In the city of Cologne	S
The city for many hundreds	T
Of churches and chapels known	S
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And next to us lived Maggie	F
She lived she lives not now	U
Marie I bring thee a wax heart	R
My bleeding heart heal thou	U
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Heal thou my heart sore wounded	R
And early and late to thee	F
Will I sing and pray with fervour	D
Bless d be thou Marie	D
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III	-
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The sick son and his mother	D
Were sleeping from all ill	K
When lo the Mother of Jesus	V
Came gliding in so still	K
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She bent down over the sick one	Q
And softly laid her hand	R
Upon his heart then vanished	R
Smiling sweet and bland	R
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The mother saw all in her dreaming	F
And fain had seen yet more	D
But she was roused from slumber	D
The dogs made such uproar	D
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There lay outstretched beside her	D
Her son and he was dead	R
On the pallid features sparkled	R
The light of the morning red	R
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The mother folded her hands then	W
She felt so wistfully	D
Devoutly sang she softly	D
Bless d be thou Marie	D
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The Loreley	D
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I know not what evil is coming	F
But my heart feels sad and cold	R
A song in my head keeps humming	F
A tale from the times of old	R
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The air is fresh and it darkles	V
And smoothly flows the Rhine	X
The peak of the mountain sparkles	V
In the fading sunset shine	X
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The loveliest wonderful Maiden	Q
On high is sitting there	D
With golden jewels braiden	Q
And she combs her golden hair	D
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With a golden comb sits combing	F
And ever the while sings she	D
A marvellous song through the gloaming	F
Of magical melody	D
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It hath caught the boatman and bound him	Y
In the spell of a wild sad love	Z
He sees not the rocks around him	Y
He sees only her above	Z
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The waves through the pass sweep swinging	F
But boatman or boat is none	Q
And this with her mighty singing	F
The LORELEY hath done	Q
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The Mountain Voice	V
ALL sadly through the stern ravine rode	R
There rode a horseman brave	A2
Ah draw I near to my darling's arms	V
Or near to the gloomy grave	A2
The echo answer gave	A2
To the gloomy grave	A2
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And as the horseman onward rode	R
A deep sigh heaved his breast	R
If I thus early go to the grave	A2
Well in the grave is rest	R
The answering voice confessed	R
In the grave is rest	R
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Slowly adown the rider's cheek	F
A tear of sad thought fell	D
If but in the grave there is rest for me	D
For me in the grave 'tis well	D
Whereto the echoing knell	D
In the grave 'tis well	D
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FOR many thousand ages	V
The steadfast stars above	Z
Have gazed upon each other	D
With ever mournful love	Z
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They speak a certain language	B2
So beautiful so grand	R
Which none of the philologians	V
Could ever understand	R
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But I have learned it learned it	R
For ever by the grace	V
Of studying one grammar	D
My heart's own darling's face	V
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In the Rhine in the beautiful river	D
The mighty shadow is thrown	Q
With its great cathedral	D
Of holy and great Cologne	Q
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One picture in the cathedral	D
On gilded leather wrought	R
Unto my life's wild sorrow	D
Hath gracious comfort brought	R
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The dear Madonna with floating	F
Angels and flowers above	Z
The eyes and the lips and the contours	V
Are all just those of my love	Z
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The lotus flower doth languish	C2
Beneath the sun's fierce light	R
With drooping head she waiteth	F
All dreamily for night	R
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The Moon is her true lover	D
He wakes her with his glance	V
To him she unveils gladly	D
Her gentle countenance	V
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She blooms and glows and brightens	V
Intent on him above	Z
Exhaling weeping trembling	F
With ever yearning love	Z
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The world is dull the world is blind	R
And daily grows more silly	D
It says of you my lovely child	R
You are not quite a lily	D
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The world is dull the world is blind	R
And judges in stupid fashion	Q
It knows not how sweet your kisses are	D
And how they burn with passion	Q
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I BLAME thee not a broken heart my lot	R
O Love for ever lost I blame thee not	R
Though thou art splendid with the diamonds bright	R
There falls no gleam within thy heart's deep night	R
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I've known this long I saw thee in clear dream	G
And saw black night within thy soul supreme	G
And saw the worm still fretting at thy heart	R
I saw how wretched O my love thou art	R
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Yes thou art wretched and I blame thee not	R
My Love we both must ever wretched be	D
Until death's peace concludes our fatal lot	R
My Love we both must ever wretched be	D
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I see the scorn which round thy pale lip weaves	V
And see thine eyes outlighten haughtily	D
And see the pride with which thy bosom heaves	V
And wretched art thou still wretched as I	-
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In secret round thy mouth a pain thrill steals	V
Through tears held back thine eyes can scarcely see	D
The haughty breast a bleeding heart conceals	V
My Love we both must ever wretched be	D
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The violets blue of the eyes divine	Q
And the rose of the cheeks as red as wine	Q
And the lilies white of the hands so fine	Q
They flourish and flourish from year to year	D
And only the heart is withered and sere	D
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The earth is so fair and the heaven so blue	D
And the breeze is breathing so warmly too	D
And the flowers of the meadow are gleaming through	D
The sparkling and glittering morning dew	D
And the people are joyous wherever I view	D
Yet would were I in the grave at rest	R
Folded close to my lost Love's breast	R
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I gazed upon her picture	D
Absorbed in dreams of gloom	D2
Till those belov d features	V
Began to breathe and bloom	D2
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About her lips came wreathing	F
That sweet sweet smile I knew	D
The eyes were softly gleaming	F
With tears as fresh as dew	D
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And my tears sprang then also	D
The dark cloud's rain was shed	R
And O my Love I cannot	R
Believe that thou art dead	R
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A pine tree standeth lonely	D
In the North on an upland bare	D
It standeth whitely shrouded	R
With snow and sleepeth there	D
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It dreameth of a palm tree	D
Which far in the East alone	Q
In mournful silence standeth	F
On its ridge of burning stone	Q
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My darling thou art flowerlike	F
So tender pure and fair	D
I gaze on thee and sadness	V
Steals on me unaware	D
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I yearn to lay my hands then	Q
Upon thy head in prayer	D
That God will keep thee ever	D
Thus tender pure and fair	D
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Say where is the maiden sweet	R
Whom you once so sweetly sung	F
When the flames of mighty heat	R
Filled your heart and fired your tongue	F
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Ah those flames no longer burn	Q
Cold and drear the heart that fed	R
And this book is but the urn	Q
Of the ashes of love dead	R
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The old dream comes again to me	D
With May night stars above	Z
We two sat under the linden tree	D
And swore eternal love	Z
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Again and again we plighted troth	F
We chattered and laughed and kissed	R
To make me well remember my oath	F
You gave me a bite in the wrist	R
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O darling with the eyes serene	Q
And with the teeth so white	R
The vows were proper to the scene	Q
Superfluous was the bite	R
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My darling we sat together	D
We two in our frail boat	R
The night was calm o'er the wide sea	D
Whereon we were afloat	R
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The Spectre Island the lovely	D
Lay dim in the moon's mild glance	V
There sounded sweetest music	F
There waved the shadowy dance	V
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It sounded sweet and sweeter	D
It waved there to and fro	D
But we slid past forlornly	D
Upon the great sea flow	D
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My heart my heart is mournful	D
Yet joyously shines the May	B
I stand by the linden leaning	F
High on the bastion grey	B
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The blue town moat thereunder	B
Glides peacefully along	F
A boy in a boat is angling	F
And whistling a careless song	F
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Beyond like a well known picture	B
All small and fair are strewed	R
Houses and gardens and people	D
Oxen and meadows and wood	R
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The maidens bleach the linen	Q
And dance in the grass for glee	D
The mill wheel scatters diamonds	V
Its far hum reaches me	D
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Upon the hoary tower	B
A sentry box stands low	D
A youth in his coat of scarlet	R
There paces to and fro	D
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He trifles with his musket	R
Which gleams in the sunshine red	R
He shoulders and presents it	R
I would he shot me dead	R
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QUESTIONS	V
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By the sea by the desert midnight sea	D
Stands a youth	F
His heart full of anguish his head full of doubt	R
And with sullen lips he questions the waves	V
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Oh Oh solve to me the Riddle of Life	E2
The painful primordial riddle	D
Which already has racked so many heads	V
Heads in hieroglyphic caps	V
Heads in turbans and black berrets	V
Heads in wigs and myriad other	B
Poor perspiring human heads	V
What is the meaning of Man	Q
Whence comes he Whither goes he	D
Who dwells there above in the golden stars	V
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The waves murmur their everlasting murmur	B
The wind sweeps the clouds scud	R
The stars glitter indifferent and cold	R
And a fool awaits an answer	B
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As I each day in the morning	F
Pass by that house of thine	Q
It gives me joy thou darling	F
When you at the window shine	Q
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Your dark brown eyes they ask me	D
As only sweet eyes can	Q
Who art thou and what ails thee	D
Thou sickly foreign man	Q
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I am a German poet	R
Well known beyond the Rhine	Q
When men the best names mention	Q
Be sure they mention mine	Q
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And what ails me thou darling	F
Ails many beyond the Rhine	Q
When men the worst woes mention	Q
Be sure they mention mine	Q
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You lovely fisher maiden	Q
Bring now the boat to land	R
Come here and sit beside me	D
We'll prattle hand in hand	R
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Your head lay on my bosom	C
Nor be afraid of me	D
Do you not trust all fearless	V
Daily the great wild sea	D
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My heart is like the sea dear	B
Has storm and ebb and flow	D
And many purest pearl gems	V
Within its dim depth glow	D
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The moon is fully risen	Q
And shineth over the sea	D
And I embrace my darling	F
Our hearts swell free	D
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In the arms of the lovely maiden	Q
I lie alone on the strand	R
What sounds in the breeze's sighing	F
Why trembles your white hand	R
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That is no breeze's sighing	F
That is the mermaidens' song	F
The singing of my sisters	V
Whom the sea hath drowned so long	F
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Where	B
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Where shall once the wanderer weary	D
Meet his resting place and shrine	Q
Under palm trees by the Ganges	V
Under lindens of the Rhine	Q
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Shall I somewhere in the desert	R
Owe my grave to stranger hands	V
Or upon some lonely sea shore	B
Rest at last beneath the sands	V
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Ever onward God's wide heaven	Q
Must surround me there as here	B
And like death lamps o'er me swinging	F
Night by night the stars burn clear	B
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Body and Soul	D
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The poor Soul speaketh to its Clay	B
I cannot leave thee thus I'll stay	B
With thee with thee in death will sink	F
And black Annihilation drink	F
Thou still hast been my second I	-
Embracing me so lovingly	D
A satin feast robe round my form	P
Doubled with ermine soft and warm	P
Woe's me I dare not face the fact	R
Quite disembodied quite abstract	R
To loiter as a bless d Naught	R
Above there in the realm of Thought	R
Through Heavenly halls immense and frigid	R
Where the Immortals dumb and rigid	R
Yawn to me as they clatter by	-
With leaden clogs so wearily	D
Oh it is horrible Oh stay	B
Stay with me thou beloved Clay	B
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The Body to the poor Soul said	R
Oh murmur not be comforted	R
We all should quietly endure	B
The wounds of Fate which none can cure	B
I was the lamp's wick and to dust	R
Consume but thou the Spirit must	R
Be saved with care and lifted far	B
To shine in Heaven a little star	B
Of purest light I am but cinder	B
Mere matter rubbish rotten tinder	B
Losing the shape we took at birth	F
Mouldering again to earth in earth	F
Now fare thee well and grieve no more	B
Perchance life is not such a bore	B
In Heaven as you expect up there	B
If you should meet the old Great Bear	B
Not Meyer Bear i' the starry climes	V
Greet him from me a thousand times	V

James Thomson - (bysshe Vanolis)

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