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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.

By But the Sun Is Ever Youthful

Konrad Ferdinand Meyer (1825–1898)

NOW the long forgotten valley of my youth I went to seek,

And I saw the dale lie barren and the mountains stand out bleak.

Oh, my trees and oh, my dreams, and sombre heights with beeches grown!—

But the sun is ever youthful and his beauty lasts alone.

Yonder where the sedge is growing, where I see the withered pool,

In my youth there was the bubbling of a stream alive and cool—

From the herds, through heaths and pastures there arose a lowing moan.—

But the sun is ever youthful and his beauty lasts alone.