Translation From Heine: Lieder by George MacDonald

IV.

Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear:
What a knocking in that little chamber!–dost hear?
There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he
Is hard at work on a coffin for me.

He hammers and knocks by night and by day;
‘Tis long since he drove all my sleep away:
Ah, haste thee, carpenter, busy keep,
That I the sooner may go to sleep!

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