The night comes stealing o'er me,
And clouds are on the sea;
While the wavelets rustle before me
With a mystical melody.


Pictures of Travel (ed. 1871)

Heinrich Heine Quotes

The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.

The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.

The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.

The night comes stealing o'er me, And clouds are on the sea; While the wavelets rustle before me With a mystical melody.