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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LYRICAL INTERLUDE: 63, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography
First Line: The trees in the autumn wind rustle
Last Line: "thy foolish reverie?"
Subject(s): Autumn; Night; Seasons; Trees; Wind; Fall; Bedtime
First Line: The trees in the autumn wind rustle
Last Line: "thy foolish reverie?"
Subject(s): Autumn; Night; Seasons; Trees; Wind; Fall; Bedtime
THE trees in the autumn wind rustle,
The night is humid and cold;
I ride all alone in the forest,
And round me my grey cloak I fold.
And as I am riding, before me
My thoughts unrestrainedly roam;
They lightly and airily bear me
To my own dear mistress's home.
The dogs are barking, the servants
With glittering torches appear;
I climb up the winding staircase,
My spurs ring loudly and clear.
In her bright-lighted tapestry chamber,
So full of magical charms,
My own sweet darling awaits me,
I hasten into her arms.
The wind in the leaves is sighing,
The oak thus whispers to me:
"What means, thou foolish young horseman,
"Thy foolish reverie?"
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