(LYRIC INTERMEZZO)
There fell a star from realms above-
A glittering, glorious star to see!
Methought it was the star of love,
So sweetly it illumined me.
And from the apple branches fell
Blossoms and leaves that time in June;
The wanton breezes wooed them well
With soft caress and amorous tune.
The white swan proudly sailed along
And vied her beauty with her note-
The river, jealous of her song,
Threw up its arms to clasp her throat.
But now-oh, now the dream is past-
The blossoms and the leaves are dead,
The swan's sweet song is hushed at last,
And not a star burns overhead.
A Paraphrase Of Heine
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: beauty, dream, june, lyric, river, time, sweet, white, apple, soft, throat, love, song, I love you, star, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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