European Elegies/Autumn (1)/On the heath
12.ON THE HEATH
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.