LOVE LYRICS FROM THE GERMAN.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 175, 23 October 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)

LOVE LYRICS FROM THE GERMAN.

t. I walk in the woodlands weeping ; The thrush sits blithe and glad. And she einge, on the branches, leaping— " Oh, why art thou so sad T The swallows, thy little sisters. Can tell tbeo tbo reason why ; Their nests are over the windows Of her for whom 1 sigh ! 11. The violets of her eyea so blue. Her cheeks, with their roaes of ruddy hue, Her hands, like lillrs. pure to viewAll these are blooming, no charm has fled. And only her heart Is withered And. dead ! m. Oh,' why are the roses so pale, my love. Oh, speak and tell me why 1 Why peep the viccets up from the sod With timid and troubled eye Why sings the lark in the sky above A song full of sadness and gloom ? And why doea there come from the balsamgrove An odour as of the tomb 9 Why shines the sun so peevish and cold On meadow and wood beneath? And why ia die earth all desolate, Like a mighty field of death? And why is ray heart so sick and so sore? Oh 1 speak, my love, my own ! Oh, tell me. my bosom's best-beloved, why haat thou left me alone ? IV. I poured forth all my anguiah In one word, and only one ; To the gladsome winds I gave it, And they bore it gladly on. They shall bear it to thee, my darlinar, Tbat word from my anguished heart ; Thou shalt hear it at every moment, Thou bhalt hear it where'er thou art. And even at night, when thou sleepest, Scarce oloaei ihine eyes shall be Until, to the dream that 1b deepest, That word shall follow thee ! John L. Kelly, Auckland.