Heinrich Heine

13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf

Ich Hatte Einst

I had a lovely homeland long ago.
The oak trees seemed
So tall there, and the violets blew so sweet.
It was a dream.
It kissed me in German, spoke in German
(You’d scarce believe
How good it sounds) the words: I love you true!’
It was a dream.
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