Classic Poem

Ich wandelte unter den Bäumen

I wandered under the branches
Alone with my despair;
Touched with a host of memories
I fell to dreaming there.

" Who taught you that word, oh, you songsters,
You linnets that circle and soar?
Oh cease, for whenever I hear it
My heart is afflicted once more. "

" A girl came singing it always;
From her own lips we heard,
And all of us birds recaptured
That lovely, golden Word. "

" Oh, how can you tell such a story,
You birds, so sagacious and sly;
You also would capture my sorrows —
But I will trust no one, not I. "