Littell's Living Age/Volume 135/Issue 1741/"Die Jahre kommen und gehen"

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Years come and go; generations
     Are perishing day by day,
But the love that my heart aches with,
     It never will pass away.

If once, but once, I might see thee,
     And sink on my knees at thy feet,
And, dying there, dying might tell thee,
     "I love thee, I love thee, sweet!"