J. Stoeckler

Let your cheek rest ...

Let your cheek rest close up to mine
So that our tears may flow as one
And on my heart press fast your own,
Their beating passion thus go as one.

And as into the maelstrom hurls
The torrent of our sorrow’s fire
And round you my arm protectively curls
I’m dying of love’s desire!

(Text: Heinrich Heine / Translation: Peter Dean)

(Photo: Stoeckler/ Stoeckler/ Rauch)





		JOHANNES STOECKLER
	Let your cheek rest ... Let your cheek rest close up to mine So that our tears may flow as one And on my heart press fast your own, Their beating passion thus go as one. And as into the maelstrom hurls The torrent of our sorrow’s fire And round you my arm protectively curls I’m dying of love’s desire! (Text: Heinrich Heine / Translation: Peter Dean) (Photo: Stoeckler/ Stoeckler/ Rauch)