Heinrich Heine Ihr Bild - Her Image I stood in somber daydreams And stared at her image, And that beloved visage Began mysteriously to come to life About her lips was drawn A wondrous smile, And, as if they were about to fill with nostalgic tears, Her eyes glistened. My tears did flow as well Down from off my cheeks - And ah, I cannot believe That I have lost you!
