The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/First Loss
FIRST LOSS.
Ah! who'll ever those days restore,
Those bright days of early love!
Who'll one hour again concede,
Of that time so fondly cherished!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore
Sorrow o'er each joy now perished.
Ah! who'll e'er the days restore
Of that time so fondly cherished!