Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Were I a Little BirdFolk Song (18th Century)
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And had two little wings,
I’d fly to thee;
But I must stay, because
That cannot be.
In sleep I dwell with thee,
Thy voice I hear.
But when I wake again,
Then all is drear.
With thoughts of thee will start,
When I’m alone;
For thou hast a thousand times
Pledged me thine own.