W Zelenem Hagecku
Two lovers seek the wood together,
For shelter — when a mighty bough,
Riven by the fierce and stormy weather,
Falls — and they both are corpses now.
'T IS well! their fate is bliss — far sweeter
That both should die — than one remain
To mourn — a solitary creature —
Thro' wearying, wasting years in vain.
For shelter — when a mighty bough,
Riven by the fierce and stormy weather,
Falls — and they both are corpses now.
'T IS well! their fate is bliss — far sweeter
That both should die — than one remain
To mourn — a solitary creature —
Thro' wearying, wasting years in vain.
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