My favorite German Poems

Belov’d of my bosom, alas my fond heart

Does weep for the fate of my heart-rending lot;

To range the me ever, “forget me not.”

If moving wide world, now from me you depart,

[83]Yet remember in circles of beauty and love,

Perchance to adore some sweet maid, be your lot,

O! then may my spirit thy wav’rings reprove,

And whisper thee gently, “forget me not.”

If hap’ly hard fate should you e’er from me sever,

How drearily mournful would be my sad lot,

In sorrow’s dark path I would wander forever,

Nor smile more with joy, then “forget me not.”

If in the fresh bloom of my life’s early blossom,

To leave you my dear, and this world, be my lot,

Thine be the last sigh that escapes from my bosom,

Then think how I love you; “O! forget me not.”

Yet tho’ we now part, in the bless’d realms above,

We will meet soon again, free from life’s woeful lot;

We will meet to dear joy, we will meet to sweet love,

Then no more need I say “O! forget me not.”