Song From Heine
6/2/1840-1/11/1928
I scanned her picture dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.
Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.
Such tears as often ran not
Ran then, my love, for thee;
And O, believe I cannot
That thou are lost to me!
DayPoems Poem No. 1085
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1085.html">Song From Heine by Thomas Hardy</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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