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A strange foreboding is over me My heart is idly fraught I have heard an eerie story That I cannot clear from thought
There sits and gleams a maiden Yonder so high and fair With sparking jewels laden Tossing her golden hair
She speaks with tongue so golden And ever singing is she A song mysteriously olden A mighty melody
It seizes with wildest sorrow The sailor sailing by And he recks not of rock or of narrow And he gazes like he was high
I doubt not the wave will devour The ship and the sailor ere long And that was the lorelei’s power And that was the lorelei’s song
Heinrich Heine (paraphrased)
A strange foreboding is over me My heart is idly fraught I have heard an eerie story That I cannot clear from thought
There sits and gleams a maiden Yonder so high and fair With sparking jewels laden Tossing her golden hair
She speaks with tongue so golden And ever singing is she A song mysteriously olden A mighty melody
It seizes with wildest sorrow The sailor sailing by And he recks not of rock or of narrow And he gazes like he was high
I doubt not the wave will devour The ship and the sailor ere long And that was the lorelei’s power And that was the lorelei’s song
Heinrich Heine (paraphrased)