"Death is the Tranquil Night"

Random Poetry List XLVIII

Death is the tranquil night.
Life is the sultry day.
It darkens; I will sleep now;
The light has made me weary.

Over my bed rises a tree
Wherein sings the young nightingale.
It sings of constant love.
Even in this dream I hear it.

Heinrich Heine (German, AD 1797-1856)

Originally e-mailed on Sunday, June 20, 1999 @ 10:24 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Tue. 06/20/06 06:30:08 PM
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