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Like houses half seen in a vision,Stretches the street's long row;
Close muffled in my mantle,
In silence unbroken I go.
The tower of the city minster
Proclaims the midnight hour,
And my love, all beguilements and kisses,
Awaits me now in her bower.
The moon is my companion;
To light me's a labour of love.
I stand at her threshold, and joyous
Call out to the moon above:
“I thank thee, my trusty old comrade,
For making my pathway bright;
Now am I fain to excuse thee,
Let the rest of the world have thy light.
“And if thou shouldst chance on a lover
Who desolate makes his moan,
Console him as you consoled me
Long ago in the days that are flown.”EnglishHeinrich Heine
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