European Elegies/Autumn (1)/On the heath

by Hans Theodor Woldsen Storm

12.ON THE HEATH

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Over dank moorlands I wander slow;
Hollow earth-echoes repeat my woe.

Autumn is come now; spring half forgot—
Can I remember the things that are not?

Menacing mists are about me to-day,
Frost-blackened leaf and sky iron-gray.

Woe's me to think that we kissed here last spring!
Young life and love—ah, how soon they take wing!

From the German of Theodor Storm.