Heinrich Heine — The phoenixleaning against the mast Poteet 2019

A bird comes flying from the west , It flies for the east, Towards the Eastern garden-home Where spices breathe their perfume and grow, And palms rustle and springs give coolness- And the miracle-bird sing,flying: ¨She love him! She loves him! She carries his likeness in her small heart And carries it sweetly and secretly hidden, And does not know it herself. But in the dream he stands before her, she entreats and weeps and kisses his hand And calls his name, And rubs,astonished,her beautiful eyes- she loves him,she loves him!¨ Learning against the mast,on the upper deck, I stood,and heard the song of the bird. Like dark-green horses with silver manes