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 down;
oh, everything, that is lovely and sweet,
wilts and sinks into the grave.
The tops of the forest conceal
a painful sunshine;
the last kisses are like
the departing summer.
I weep, as I must,
from deepest heart's reason;
this scene again reminds me
of our parting-hours.
I had to part from you
knowing, you would die soon!
I was the departing summer,
you were the ailing forest.
