Love
First Loss
Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring (1853) · From Songs
Love
AH! who'll e'er those days restore,
Those bright days of early love
Who'll one hour again concede,
Of that time so fondly cherish'd!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore
Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd.
Ah! who'll e'er the days restore
Of that time so fondly cherish'd.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “First Loss.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/37/.
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Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von. “First Loss.” Translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/goethe/37/.
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