Heinrich Heine
The Homecoming
XXI.
How can you sleep peacefully,
Knowing, I live still?
When the old anger comes again,
I'll bend this yoke to my will.
Do you know the old song:
How there once was a dead knave,
Who grabbed his beloved at midnight
And pulled her into his grave?
Believe me, you magnificent,
You all-too lovely kid,
I'm still alive, and stronger,
Than any dead man is!