The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Farewell

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The Works of J. W. von Goethe, Volume 9 by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Farewell

THE FAREWELL.

[Probably addressed to his mistress Frederica.]

Let mine eye the farewell say,
 That my lips can utter ne'er;
Fain I'd be a man to-day.
 Yet 'tis hard, oh, hard to bear!

Mournful in an hour like this
 Is love's sweetest pledge, I ween;
Cold upon thy mouth the kiss,
 Faint thy fingers' pressure e'en.

Oh, what rapture to my heart
 Used each stolen kiss to bring!
As the violets joy impart,
 Gathered in the early spring.

Now no garlands I entwine,
 Now no roses pluck for thee,
Though 'tis springtime, Fanny mine,
 Dreary autumn 'tis to me!