Old Heidelberg

Old Heidelberg, dear city,
With honors crowned and rare.
O`er Rhine and Neckar rising,
None can with thee compare.

City of merry fellows,
With wisdom lad`n and wine;
Clear flow the river wavelets,
Where blue eyes flash and shine.

When spring from Southlands milder
Comes over field and down,
She weaves for thee of blossoms
A shimmering bridal gown.

On my heart too thy image
Is graven like a bride,
In thy dear name the accents
Of youthful love abide.

And if with thorns I`m pierced
And all the world seems stale
I´ll give my horse the spurs then
And ride to Neckar vale.

Viktor von Scheffel (übersetzt von Jacob Gould Schurmann)

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