HENRI HEINE 259 



eaters of Homer lost immediately their love of home. History 

 of the Inductive Sciences. 



A ND from my heart poured out the feeling of love ; it poured HENRI 

 ** forth with wild longing into the broad night. The flowers / HEIN ? 6 > 

 in the garden beneath my window breathed a stronger perfume. 

 Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart feels 

 most powerful emotions in the night, when it believes itself to be 

 alone and unperceived, so also do the flowers, soft-minded, yet 

 ashamed, appear to await for concealing darkness, that they may 

 give themselves wholly up to their feelings, and breathe them out 

 in sweet odours. 1 Pour forth, ye perfumes of my heart, and seek 

 beyond yon blue mountain for the loved one of my dreams. 

 Pictures of Travel: The Hartz Journey. (Translated by Charles 

 Godfrey Leland.) 



When I think of the great Emperor, all in my memory again 

 becomes summer-green and golden. A long avenue of lindens 

 rises blooming around, on the leafy twigs sit singing nightingales, 

 the water-fall rustles, flowers are growing from full round beds, 

 dreamily nodding their fair heads I stood amidst them once in 

 wondrous intimacy, the rouged tulips proud as beggars, con- 

 descendingly greeted me, the nervous sick lilies nodded with 

 woeful tenderness, the tipsy red roses nodded at me at first sight 

 from a distance, the night-violets sighed with the myrtle and 

 laurel I was not then acquainted, for they did not entice me with 

 a shining bloom, but the reseda, with whom I am now on such 

 bad terms, was my very particular friend. I am speaking of the 

 Court garden of Dusseldorf, where I often lay upon the bank and 

 piously listened there when Monsieur Le Grand told of the 

 warlike feats of the great Emperor, beating meanwhile the marches 

 which were drummed during the deeds, so that I saw and heard 

 all to the life. Ideas. Book Le Grand. (C. G. Leland.} 



1 * Les odeurs sont comme les ames des fleurs : elles peuvent etre sensibles 

 dans le pays meme des ombies.'f.Joufort. 



