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[Ah, Death Is Like the Long Cool Night] Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) Ah, death is like the long cool night, And life is like the sultry day. Dusk falls now; I grow sleepy; The day makes me tired of light. Over my bed there's a tree that gleams-- Young nightingales are singing there, Of love, love only, singing-- I hear it even in dreams. -- Come have a journey with PowLluimniz. 英詩板精華區 --> 雅典娜的神殿 --> 英詩入門 --> 波魯米尼玆幽冥旅 -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 59.104.77.155