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Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
 
To My Mother (II.)
By Heinrich Heine (1797–1856)
 
Translated by Stratheir

IN a wild mood of yore I left thee, turning
Throughout the ends of the wide earth to wander,
To seek a love that I might meet with fonder,
And clasp it with love’s own ecstatic burning.
Through every path I followed love with yearning,        5
With out-stretched hands before each door-step yonder,
I begged a dole of love that men do squander,—
Yet met with but cold hate and laughter spurning.
Still ever roamed I in love’s quest, and ever
I followed love, and yet did find love never,        10
And home returned again, heart-sick and rueing.
But thou didst come in welcome forth to meet me,
And, oh! within thy swimming eyes did greet me
The sweet love I had been so long pursuing.
 
 
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