• With the rose the butterfly's deep in love, A thousand times hovering round; But round himself, all tender like gold, The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.

    Heinrich Heine: With the rose the butterfly's deep in love,
A thousand times hovering round;
But round himself, all tender like gold,
The sun's sweet ray is hovering found.
    Heinrich Heine (1859). “The Poems of Heine, complete: Translated in the original Metres: With a Sketch of Heine's Life. By Edgar Alfred Bowring”, p.168