Eugene Field (Юджин Филд)

A Heine Love Song

The image of the moon at night
  All trembling in the ocean lies,
But she, with calm and steadfast light,
  Moves proudly through the radiant skies,

How like the tranquil moon thou art—
  Thou fairest flower of womankind!
And, look, within my fluttering heart
  Thy image trembling is enshrined!

1. New-Year's Eve
2. The Two Coffins
3. To Emma Abbott
4. After Reading Trollope's History of Florence
5. The Sleeping Child

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