Das gelbe Laub erzittert,
Es fallen die Blätter herab;
Ach, Alles, was hold und lieblich,
Verwelkt und sinkt in's Grab.
Die Wipfel des Waldes umflimmert
Ein schmerzlicher Sonnenschein;
Das mögen die letzten Küsse
Des scheidenden Sommers seyn.
Mir ist, als müßt ich weinen
Aus tiefstem Herzensgrund;
Dies Bild erinnert mich wieder
An unsre Abschiedsstund'.
Ich mußte dich verlassen,
Und wußte, du stürbest bald;
Ich war der scheidende Sommer,
Du warst der sterbende Wald.
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Confirmed with Morgenblatt für gebildete Stände, 29. Band (Sonnabend, 23. Mai 1835), No. 123, page 489.
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The yellow foliage trembles,
The leaves fall;
Ah, everything that was fair and lovely
Wilts and sinks into the grave.
Around the treetops in the forest
A painful sunshine flickers;
That might well be the last kisses
Of the departing summer.
I feel as if I must weep
From the deepest depths of my heart;
This image reminds me again
Of the hour of our parting.
I had to leave you,
And knew that you would soon die;
I was the departing summer,
You were the dying forest.
