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DIE SCHÖNE MÜLLERIN, D. 795 (1823)
trans. Philipp O. Naegele
18. DRY FLOWERS
You little flowers all,
That she gave me,
You should be laid
With me into my grave.
How you all look
At me in pain,
As if you knew
How I would fare?
You little flowers all,
How wilted, how pale?
You little flowers all,
Whereof so moist?
Ah, tears do not make
The green of May,
Nor dead love
Bloom again.
And spring will come,
And winter will pass,
And little flowers will
Arise in the grass.
And little flowers will lie
In my grave,
The little flowers all,
That she gave me.
And when she walks
Past the hillock on by
And thinks in her heart:
He meant it true!
Then, little flowers all,
Come out, come out!
May is come,
Winter is done.
