Heinrich Heine Sea Quotations

The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.

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

No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me...

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.