Heinrich Heine
We stood upon the corner, where,
For upwards of an hour,
We spoke with soulful tenderness
Of love’s transcending power.
Our fervors grew; a hundred times
Impassioned oaths we made there.
We stood upon the corner-and,
Alas, my love, we stayed there!
The Goddess Opportunity,
A maid, alert and sprightly,
Came by, observed us standing there,
And passed on, laughing lightly.
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