Farewell, You Cheerful Folk of France

Heinrich Heine

1835

Farewell, you cheerful folk of France,
My brethren’s merry throng,
A foolish nostalgia drives me hence,
I’ll be back, though, before long.
Imagine—I yearn beyond belief
For the smell of heather and peat,
For the dear toy sheep of the Lüneburg heath,
For pickled cabbage and beer.
I find I miss tobacco fug,
Black bread, the Low-German cadence,
T…
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