Why Is The Rose So Pale by Heinrich Heine
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
And why the Lark should, in the cloud,
And why the Sun upon the mead
And why is it that I, myself,
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Should wither in the vale?
So sorrowfully sing?
And why from loveliest balsam-buds
A scent of death should spring?
So chillingly should frown?
And why the Earth should, like a grave,
Be mouldering and brown?
So languishing should be?
And why is it, my Heart-of-Hearts,
That thou forsakest me?
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