Die Verbannten Kinder Evas
The Past
Waking or asleep, thou of death must deemThings more true and deep than we mortals dreamWe look before and after and pine for what's notOur sincerest laughter with some pain is fraughtWill thou now forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in love's, in love's sweet bowersHeaping over their corpses so coldBlossoms and leaves instead of the mold?Forget the dead and the past? Oh yet,There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,Memories that make the cold heart a tombRegrets which glide through the spirit's gloom
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