Poems (Hooper)/Autumnal Musings
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AUTUMNAL MUSINGS.
O wär 'es blos der Wange Pracht
Die mit den Jahren flieht.
Die mit den Jahren flieht.
Would it were but the bloom of youth
That doth with years depart!
Alas, too fades, oh, mournful thought!
The freshness of the heart.
That doth with years depart!
Alas, too fades, oh, mournful thought!
The freshness of the heart.
How dies the voice of Youth away!
The glance grows dim, unmoved,
And the warm heart, that once so throbbed,
Forgets e'en that it loved.
The glance grows dim, unmoved,
And the warm heart, that once so throbbed,
Forgets e'en that it loved.
Though freely from our daring lips
May wit and jesting flow,
'Tis only like the mocking green
That over graves doth grow.
May wit and jesting flow,
'Tis only like the mocking green
That over graves doth grow.
The night comes—with the night comes grief;
The mockery is o'er:
Tears, tears alone can bless our hearts,
And tears we find no more.
The mockery is o'er:
Tears, tears alone can bless our hearts,
And tears we find no more.
We are so poor, we are so sad,
And why we scarce can deem;
We only know our hearts are dead,
And joy is but a dream.
Geibel.
And why we scarce can deem;
We only know our hearts are dead,
And joy is but a dream.
Geibel.