Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
SummerJames Russell Lowell 18191891
James Russell Lowell131 Auf Wiedersehen
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Half hid in lilacs down the lane;
She pushed it wide, and, as she past,
A wistful look she backward cast,
And said,—“Auf wiedersehen!”
Lingered reluctant, and again Half doubting if she did aright, Soft as the dews that fell that night, She said,—“Auf wiedersehen!” I lingered in delicious pain; Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air To breathe in thought I scarcely dare, Thinks she,—“Auf wiedersehen!” The turf that silences the lane; I hear the rustle of her dress, I smell the lilacs, and—ah, yes, I hear, “Auf wiedersehen!” The English words had seemed too fain, But these—they drew us heart to heart, Yet held us tenderly apart; She said, “Auf wiedersehen!”