Scarlett Memories

Sonnet 30 [from Homeward Bound – 1823-1824]

by Heinrich Heine

The pale half-moon of autumn
Through clouds peers doubtfully.
Within the lonely churchyard
The parsonage I see.

The mother reads in her Bible,
The son at the light doth gaze;
One drowsy daughter is nodding,
While another speaks and says:

“Ah me! how dreary the days are!
How dull, and dark, and mean!
Only when there’s a funeral
Is anything to be seen.”

The mother looks from her Bible:
“Nay, only four in all
Have died since thy father was buried
Without by the churchyard wall.”

Then yawns the eldest daughter,
“I will starve no longer here;
I will go to the Count to-morrow,
He is rich, and he loves me dear.”

The son bursts out a-laughing:
“At the ‘Star’ three huntsmen drink deep;
They are making gold, and they promise
To give me their secret to keep.”

Toward his lean face, flings the mother
Her Bible, in wrath and grief.
“Out! God-forsaken beggar,
Thou wilt be a common thief!”

They hear a tap on the window,
And behold a beckoning hand.
There in his sable vestments
They see the dead father stand.

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