The Palm and the Pine

From the German by Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton BENEATH an Indian palm a girl Of other blood reposes; Her cheek is clear and pale as pearl Amid that wild of roses. Beside a northern pine a boy Is leaning fancy-bound, Nor listens where with noisy joy Awaits the impatient hound. Cool grows the sick and feverish calm, Relaxed the frosty twine,— The pine-tree dreameth of the palm, The palm-tree of the pine. As soon shall nature interlace Those dimly-visioned boughs, As these young lovers face to face Renew their early vows.

Collection: 
English
1817
Heinrich Heine
Sub Title: 
I. Disappointment in Love

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