—Nur so lang sie liebten, waren sie.” Schiller.
Mournfully, sing mournfully,
And die away, my heart!
The rose, the glorious rose is gone,
And I, too, will depart.
The skies have lost their splendour,
The waters changed their tone,
And, wherefore, in the faded world,
Should music linger on?
Where is the golden sunshine,