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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Joseph von Eichendorff (1788–1857)

Translation of Charles Harvey Genung

BROWN was the heather,

The sky was blue;

We sat together

Where flowers grew.

Is this the thrilling

Nightingale’s beat?

Are larks still trilling

Their numbers sweet?

I spend the hours

Exiled from thee;

Spring has brought flowers,

But none for me.