A Spring Harvest/Schumann: Erstes Verlust

by Geoffrey Bache Smith

SCHUMANN: ERSTES VERLUST

O, Dreary fall the leaves,The withered leaves;Among the treesComplains the breeze,That still bereaves.

All silent lies the mere,The silver mere,In saddest wiseReflecting skiesForlorn and sere.

Would autumn had not claimed its ownAnd would the swallows had not flown.

Skies overcast! Leaves falling fast!And she has passedAnd left the woodland strown,The woodland strown,The silver mere,The dying year, And me alone.

Skies overcast! Leaves falling fast!Does she that passedDream of the woodland strown,The woodland strown,The silver mere,The dying year, And me alone?