Der Jüngling an der Quelle
The Boy and the Spring
von Salis
Softly murmuring stream,
Ruffling, whispering poplars,
Your lulling sounds
Do but arouse my love.
I looked to you for solace,
To forget her, so hard of heart,
But, oh, the leaves and stream
Sigh, my beloved, for you.
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