WHEN the vine again is blowing,

Then the wine moves in the cask;
When the rose again is glowing,

Wherefore should I feel oppress'd?

Down my cheeks run tears all-burning,

If I do, or leave my task;
I but feel a speechless yearning,

That pervades my inmost breast.

But at length I see the reason,

When the question I would ask:
'Twas in such a beauteous season,

Doris glowed to make me blest!

1797.

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Poet: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poem: 39. AFTER-SENSATIONS.
Volume: The Poems - 01. Songs
Year: Published/Written in 1853
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