Love's Hour-Glass
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eros! wherefore do I see thee, with the glass in either hand?
Fickle God! with double measure wouldst thou count the shifting sand?
This one flows for parted lovers -- slowly drops each tiny bead --
That is for the days of dalliance, and it melts with golden speed.
A.
Source:
Poems And Ballads Of GoetheCopyright 1859
Translator:
William Edmondstoune Aytoun, D.C.L. ("A.")
and Theodore Martin ("M.")
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