The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Autumn Feelings
AUTUMN FEELINGS.
Flourish greener, as ye clamber,
O ye leaves, to seek my chamber,
Up the trellised vine on high!
May ye swell, twin-berries tender,
Juicier far,—and with more splendour
Ripen, and more speedily!
O'er ye broods the sun at even
As he sinks to rest, and heaven
Softly breathes into your ear
All its fertilising fulness,
While the moon's refreshing coolness,
Magic-laden, hovers near;
And, alas! ye're watered ever
By a stream of tears that rill
From mine eyes,—tears ceasing never,
Tears of love that nought can still!