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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.

By When I Die

Gustav Falke (1853–1916)

UPON my forehead lay your crimson roses—

In festive garment from you I would go!

The windows open till the light reposes

Upon my bed—the starlight’s smiling glow.

And music! While your songs are still enthralling,

And one by one the parting cup you drink,

Then I would have my curtain slowly falling,

As summer nights on ripened harvests sink.