Transient Things

Modern Times CD

von Hoffmanswaldau

Where are the hours of that sweet time
when first I felt
your loveliness
bind me to you?
They have passed - it remains but to say,
all pleasure’s fleeting.

Immersed in joy, I swam;
The hand of love
wove me a dress of silk.
The leaf has turned.
I walk in sorrow,
I weep now and know
that love and sunlight
always are full of woe and cloud.