Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By SonnetAugust Graf von Platen (17961835)
O
May feel again what I have felt before;
Who has beheld his bliss above him soar
And, when he sought it, fly away again;
When he has lost his way, to find a door,
Whom love has singled out for nothing more
Than with despondency his soul to bane;
Each stream to drown the heart that cannot heal
From all the cruel stabs by which it broke,
Where they are safe from love’s beguiling yoke—
He knows me quite, and feels what I must feel.