An die Geliebte
To my Beloved
Stoll
O that I might from your eyes,
My beloved, from your cheek
Kiss away that tear
Before it falls to thirsty earth.
See, it hovers, hesitant
In burning promise of faithful love.
If I now catch it in a kiss
Your troubles will be mine, I wis.
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