求一首海涅的诗，一定要关于爱情的哟，最好是英文原版的

　　为什么要英文原版？海涅是德国人呀！给你一首德文原版的吧~

　　Du bist wie eine Blume
　　你好比一朵鲜花
　　Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)

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　　Du bist wie eine Blume,
　　So hold und schön und rein;
　　Ich schau dich an, und Wehmut
　　Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein.
　　Mir ist, als ob ich die Hände
　　Aufs Haupt dir legen sollt,
　　Betend, daß Gott dich erhalte
　　So rein und schön und hold.

　　你好比一朵鲜花，
　　温柔、纯洁而美丽；
　　我一看到你，哀伤
　　就钻进我的心里。

　　我觉得，似乎应该
　　用手抚摩你的头，
　　愿上帝保持你永远。

　　翻译 : 钱春绮

　　(http://home.debitel.net/user/xianjun/german/s_heine003.htm)

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　　还有几首英文的，但是翻译恐怕会使原诗丧失一些美感。

　　THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS

　　by: Heinrich Heine (1799-1856)

　　HE sea hath its pearls,
　　The heaven hath its stars;
　　But my heart, my heart,
　　My heart hath its love.

　　Great are the sea, and the heaven;
　　Yet greater is my heart,
　　And fairer than pearls or stars
　　Flashes and beams my love.

　　Thou little, youthful maiden,
　　Come unto my great heart;
　　My heart, and the sea and the heaven
　　Are melting away with love!

　　（http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/the_sea_hath_its_pearls.html）

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　　WHY THE ROSES ARE SO PALE

　　by: Heinrich Heine (1799-1856)

　　DEAREST, canst thou tell me why
　　The rose should be so pale?
　　And why the azure violet
　　Should wither in the vale?

　　And why the lark should in the cloud
　　So sorrowfully sing?
　　And why from loveliest balsam-buds
　　A scent of death should spring?

　　And why the sun upon the mead
　　So chillingly should frown?
　　And why the earth should, like a grave,
　　Be moldering and brown?

　　And why it is that I myself
　　So languishing should be?
　　And why it is, my heart of hearts,
　　That thou forsakest me?

　　(http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/why_the_roses_are_so_pale.html)

就是因为德文的多`~

才跑着 问你们来着的呢`~！

德文的倒是不少

You're so lovely as a flower,
So pure and fair to see;
I look at you, and sadness
Comes stealing over me.

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THIS MAD CARNIVAL OF LOVING

THIS mad carnival of loving,
This wild orgy of the flesh,
Ends at last and we two, sobered,
Look at one another, yawning.

Emptied the inflaming cup
That was filled with sensuous potions,
Foaming, almost running over--
Emptied is the flaming cup.

All the violins are silent
That impelled our feet to dancing,
To the giddy dance of passion--
Silent are the violins.

All the lanterns now are darkened
That once poured their streaming brilliance
On the masquerades and murmurs--
Darkened now are all the lanterns.

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I LOVE THIS WHITE AND SLENDER BODY

I LOVE this white and slender body,
These limbs that answer Love's caresses,
Passionate eyes, and forehead covered
With heavy waves of thick, black tresses.

You are the very one I've searched for
In many lands, in every weather.
You are my sort; you understand me;
As equals we can talk together.

In me you've found the man you care for.
And, for a while, you'll richly pay me
With kindness, kisses and endearments--
And then, as usual, you'll betray me.

http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/why_the_roses_are_so_pale.html)