Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By The Forsaken MaidenEduard Mörike (18041875)
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Ere the stars retire,
I to the stove must go
To start the fire.
Sparks gaily glow,
And so I gaze and gaze,
All lost in woe.
Thou faithless lad:
Last night I dreamed of thee,
All dreams I had.
Wildly anon:
Thus is the day begun—
Would it were gone!