English poem
(After Heine.)
by Amy Levy (1861–1889)
The sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings; I am sitting here at my window And watching the spires of “King’s.”
O fairest of all fair places, Sweetest of all sweet towns! With the birds, and the greyness and greenness, And the men in caps and gowns.
All they that dwell within thee, To leave are ever loth, For one man gets friends, and another Gets honour, and one gets both.
The sad rain falls from Heaven; My heart is great with woe-- I have neither a friend nor honour, Yet I am sorry to go.
A Cross-Road Epitaph.
“Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um.”
When first the world grew dark to me I call’d on God, yet came not he. Whereon, as wearier wax’d my lot, On Love I call’d, but Love came not. When a worse evil did befall, Death, on thee only did I call.
Epitaph.