Like some young flower, cool and white With the stars' kiss still on its brow, You shine through my heart's dusk, and light The dark concern that gathers now. Half on my lips, a fearful hope Starts like a prayer, already planned. Toward your bright head my fingers grope... But something holds my hand. Prayers are not what you want. I see That, when all other beauty fails, You will not alter, you will be So white and young -- and hard as nails.
- by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977), "With a Volume of Heine" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "With a Volume of Heine", 2008 [high voice and piano], from Two Poems of Louis Untermeyer, no. 1 [ sung text checked 1 time]
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