"Wenn ich in deine Augen seh' So schwindet all mein Leid und Weh: . . . . . . . . . . . Doch wenn du sprichst: ich liebe dich! So muss ich weinen bitterlich."[23] [23] Whene'er I look into thine eyes, Then every fear that haunts me flies: . . . . . . . . . . . But when thou sayest: "I love thee;" Then must I weep, and bitterly. (Sir THEODORE MARTIN) Why must he weep? I have heard the naïve answer: Because she is lying. Alas! it is not such a simple matter as that. He has heard these words from other lips, lips which have now ceased to utter words of love; he knows how long such a passion as a rule lasts, and the sound of her voice startles him out of his forgetfulness--he doubts the durability of her feeling or the durability of his own. It is very interesting to note the way in which Heine had wrestled with these words. Originally the last line was: "Dann wein' ich still und bitterlich." Then the word "bitterlich" was altered to "freudiglich," which changed the original tenor of the poem, and finally the line received its present form.[24] [24] H. Hüffer: _Aus dem Leben Heinrich Heines,_ p. 153. Heine was not happy enough and not great enough to attain to reconciliation with existence. It was not possible, apart from all else, that the man who was so long an exile, so long sick to death, should look upon life with the same eyes as the man who was thoroughly sound and healthy, in affluent circumstances, honoured by the great majority, the friend of his sovereign. Hence the expressions of revolt, of bitterness, and of cynicism so frequently to be found in Heine are exceedingly rare in Goethe. Goethe, as a rule, puts them into the mouth of his Mephistopheles. Heine, who was destitute of the dramatic faculty, is himself responsible for every outburst, because he always speaks in his own name. Goethe's bitterest utterances, moreover, are not contained in his works. It is only in the Paralipomena to _Faust_, for instance, that we find this passage: "Nach kurzem Lärm legt Fama sich zur Ruh, Vergessen wird der Held so wie der Lotterbube, Der grösste König schliesst die Augen zu, Und jeder Hund bepisst gleich seine Grube."[25] [25] Fame's short-liv'd turmoil o'er, she sleeps, Hero and waif, oblivion's their doom; The greatest king, life o'er, his eyes doth close, And straightway every dog defiles his tomb.