Meerfahrt
A Sea Journey
Heine
My Darling, we sat together
Close, in the little boat,
The night was still, we kept to our course
Through the boundless deep.
The lovely Isle of Spirits
Lay shadowed in the light of the moon,
Sweet sounds resonating,
Enveloped in mists.
The sounds grew ever sweeter,
The mists swirled round and round,
But we floated right on past them,
Disconsolate on the infinite sea.
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