Mistress Care

When Fortune smiled with sunny eyes,
How gaily danced the merry flies!
Of loving friends I had my fill,
Who shared with brotherly goodwill
My choicest meats, and spent
My ducats, well content.

My purse is empty, luck has changed;
My loving friends are all estranged;
Dim is the sunshine now and wan,
The dancing flies dispersed and gone.
When Fortune says good-bye,
Farewell to friend and fly.

And Care has come, now summer's fled,
And waits and watches by my bed.
In her cap of black and camisole white
She sits and snuffs the livelong night.
How harshly the snuff-box closes!
How grimly the old thing dozes!

I often dream that Fortune gay
Has come again, and sweet young May;
And that friends and flies disport in glee.
But the snuff-box creaks—God pity me!
The bubble bursts—and Care
Sits snuffing on her chair.
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Heinrich Heine
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