The Lorelei BY HEINRICH HEINE I know not whence it rises, This thought so full of woe; But a tale of times departed Haunts me, and will not go. The air is cool, and it darkens, And calmly flows the Rhine, The mountain-peaks are sparkling In the sunny evening-shine. And yonder sits a maiden, The…
Meaghan Walsh Gerard
writer. photographer. woman of letters.