An Apparition in the Sea

Heinrich Heine (1797–1856), translated by Emma Lazarus · 1881

iambic tetrameter · unrhymed · 78 lines · from Poems and Ballads

I however lay on the edge of the vessel,And gazed with dreamy eyesDown into the glass-clear water.And gazed deeper and deeper,Deep down into the bottom of the sea.At first like a twilight mist,Then gradually more distinctly colored,Domes of churches and towers arose,And at last, as clear as sunshine, a whole city,An antique Netherland city,Enlivened with people.Grave men with black mantles,And white ruffs, and chains of honor,And long swords and long faces,Strode over the swarming market-place,Towards the court-house with its high steps,Where the stone effigies of emperorsKept guard with scepter and sword.Near by, past long rows of houses,Past casements like polished mirrors,And pyramidal, clipped lindens,Wandered, in rustling silks, the young maidens,With slender forms, and flower-facesDecently encircled by their black hoods,And their waving golden hair.Motley-clad folk in Spanish garbStrut past and salute each other.Elderly damesIn brown, old-fashioned attire,Missal and rosary in hand,Hasten with tripping stepsTowards the great cathedral,Drawn thither by the chiming bells,And by the deep-voiced tones of the organ.

And the far-off chimes smite me alsoWith mysterious awe.Insatiable yearning, profound sadnessSteal into my heart,Into my scarcely-healed heart.I feel as if its woundsWere kissed open by beloved lips,And began to bleed afresh,With hot, red drops,That fall long and slowly,On an old house below there,In the deep city of the sea;--On an old high-gabled house,Sadly deserted by all living creatures,Save that in the lower window,Sits a maiden,Her head resting on her arms,Like a poor, forsaken child,And I know thee, thou poor forsaken child.Deep down, deep as the sea,Thou hiddest thyself from me,In a childish freak,And never couldst rise again.

And thou sat'st a stranger among strangers,Through long ages,Whilst I, my soul full of grief,--I sought thee over the whole earth.Forever I sought thee,Thou ever-beloved,Thou long-lost,Thou found at last!I have found thee, and I see once moreThy sweet face,The wise, loyal eyes,The darling smile,And never again will I leave thee,And I come down to thee now,And with wide-stretched arms,I leap down upon thy breast.

But just at the right momentThe captain seized me by the foot,And drew me from the edge of the vessel,And cried with a peevish laugh,"Doctor, are you possessed by the devil?"

Words in this poem

dreamy a.
Abounding in dreams or given to dreaming; appropriate to, or like, dreams; visionary.
sunshine n.
The light of the sun, or the place where it shines; the direct rays of the sun, the place where they fall, or the warmth and light which they give.
clad v.
To clothe. Holland.
folk n.
In Anglo-Saxon times, the people of a group of townships or villages; a community; a tribe. [AS. folc; akin to D. volk, OS. & OHG. folk, G. volk, Icel. f, Sw. & Dan. folk, Lith. pulkas crowd, and perh. to E. follow.]
garb n.
External appearance, as expressive of the feelings or character; looks; fashion or manner, as of speech. [OF. garbe looks, countenance, grace, ornament, fr. OHG. garawi, garwi, ornament, dress. akin to E. gear. See Gear, n.]
missal n.
The book containing the service of the Mass for the entire year; a Mass book. [LL. missale, liber missalis, from missa mass: cf. F. missel. See 1st Mass.]
rosary n.
A bed of roses, or place where roses grow. [LL. rosarium a string of beads, L. rosarium a place planted with roses, rosa a rose: cf. F. rosaire. See Rose.]
sadness n.
Heaviness; firmness.
afresh adv.
Anew; again; once more; newly. [Pref. a- + fresh.]
sadly adv.
Wearily; heavily; firmly.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

An Apparition in the Sea is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems and Ballads, Project Gutenberg ebook #31726, the Emma Lazarus translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Heinrich Heine, An Apparition in the Sea, in Poems and Ballads (1881), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #31726, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/heine-poems-ballads/an-apparition-in-the-sea.html, id L15456.

Form and metre

An Apparition in the Sea is 78 lines in 4 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 77%). 90% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 30 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 14% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 2 ---AA------B-----CCBB-- also · awe · sadness · heartA · heartA · wounds · lips · afresh · drops · slowly · there · seaB · house · creatures · window · maiden · arms · childC · childC · seaB · meB · freak · again
  2. 3 ----A-BB----A--- strangers · ages · grief · earth · theeA · beloved · lostB · lastB · more · face · eyes · smile · theeA · now · arms · breast
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I however lay on the edge of the vessel,12··/˘······/˘
And gazed with dreamy eyes7··˘·/˘·
Down into the glass-clear water.8······/˘
And gazed deeper and deeper,8··˘/˘·/˘
Deep down into the bottom of the sea.10·····/˘···
At first like a twilight mist,7····/··
Then gradually more distinctly colored,9·/˘·˘/˘/˘
Domes of churches and towers arose,8··/˘·/˘/
And at last, as clear as sunshine, a whole city,12······/···/˘
An antique Netherland city,8·˘//˘˘/˘
Enlivened with people.7˘/˘˘·/˘
Grave men with black mantles,6····/˘
And white ruffs, and chains of honor,8······/˘
And long swords and long faces,7·····/˘
Strode over the swarming market-place,8···/˘/˘·
Towards the court-house with its high steps,8········
Where the stone effigies of emperors9···/˘·/˘˘
Kept guard with scepter and sword.7·······
Near by, past long rows of houses,8······/˘
Past casements like polished mirrors,9·····/˘/˘
And pyramidal, clipped lindens,8·˘/˘˘·/˘
Wandered, in rustling silks, the young maidens,10/˘·/˘···/˘
With slender forms, and flower-faces9·/˘··/˘/˘
Decently encircled by their black hoods,9/˘˘/˘····
And their waving golden hair.7··/˘/˘·
Motley-clad folk in Spanish garb8/˘···/˘·
Strut past and salute each other.8···˘/·/˘
Elderly dames4/˘˘·
In brown, old-fashioned attire,8···/˘˘/˘
Missal and rosary in hand,8/˘·/˘˘··
Hasten with tripping steps6/˘·/˘·
Towards the great cathedral,7····˘/˘
Drawn thither by the chiming bells,8·/˘··/˘·
And by the deep-voiced tones of the organ.10········/˘
And the far-off chimes smite me also9·······/˘
With mysterious awe.6·˘/˘˘·
Insatiable yearning, profound sadness9˘/˘/˘˘//˘
Steal into my heart,5·····
Into my scarcely-healed heart.8···/˘·˘·
I feel as if its wounds6······
Were kissed open by beloved lips,8··/˘·˘/·
And began to bleed afresh,7·˘/··˘/
With hot, red drops,4····
That fall long and slowly,6····/˘
On an old house below there,7·······
In the deep city of the sea;--8···/˘···
On an old high-gabled house,8····/˘˘·
Sadly deserted by all living creatures,11/˘˘/˘··/˘/˘
Save that in the lower window,8····/˘/˘
Sits a maiden,4··/˘
Her head resting on her arms,7··/˘···
Like a poor, forsaken child,7···˘/˘·
And I know thee, thou poor forsaken child.10······˘/˘·
Deep down, deep as the sea,6······
Thou hiddest thyself from me,7·/˘˘/··
In a childish freak,5··/˘·
And never couldst rise again.7·/˘··˘/
And thou sat'st a stranger among strangers,10····/˘··/˘
Through long ages,4··/˘
Whilst I, my soul full of grief,--7·······
I sought thee over the whole earth.8········
Forever I sought thee,6˘/˘···
Thou ever-beloved,5·/˘˘/
Thou long-lost,3···
Thou found at last!4····
I have found thee, and I see once more9·········
Thy sweet face,3···
The wise, loyal eyes,5··/˘·
The darling smile,4·/˘·
And never again will I leave thee,8·/˘/····
And I come down to thee now,7·······
And with wide-stretched arms,5·····
I leap down upon thy breast.7·······
But just at the right moment7·····/˘
The captain seized me by the foot,8·/˘·····
And drew me from the edge of the vessel,10········/˘
And cried with a peevish laugh,7····/˘·
"Doctor, are you possessed by the devil?"9/˘··˘/··/

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