Eugene Field (Юджин Филд)

Love Song—Heine

Many a beauteous flower doth spring
  From the tears that flood my eyes,
And the nightingale doth sing
  In the burthen of my sighs.

If, O child, thou lovest me,
  Take these flowerets fair and frail,
And my soul shall waft to thee
  Love songs of the nightingale.

1. “The Old Homestead”
2. The Sleeping Child
3. The Convalescent Gripster
4. Clare Market
5. A Paraphrase of Heine

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