Which o’er that flowery region shine;
So press no more that plea of thine,
For songs of love from out a heart
That coldly lies a thing apart;
Since now with tortur’d soul I haste
Unresting o’er the desert waste,
And lifeless gone is all the art.
—Translated by Charles Derbyshire.
MY LAST FAREWELL
Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun caress’d,