Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.
Heinrich HeineThe beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...
Heinrich HeineOur souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.
Heinrich Heine