And now, this October,
There will be no Lieder--
But I sing them still
In my heart.

Autumn will come
Without hunting songs,
No “Wanderer,” nor
Blue-flower as Art.

Yes, I do hear them still
And sing them on nights
When that Frost seems to
Freeze good away,

And you have them, you know
Them, I gave them to you--
Strike their Fire, lest
They fade and decay.

11/04/2014

Author's Note: To my German students wherever they may be.

Posted on 11/04/2014
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