Death

The sunset flames like a distant fire;
I stand in silence, fascinated, by the window:
Perhaps, tomorrow it shall glint
Upon my lifeless, cold corpse.
One thought remains within my empty heart:
A thought of her. Oh, she's far away,
And not a single tear would she shed
Upon my frigid pale body.
Neither friend nor brother would give a farewell kiss
To my unseeing face;
By a stranger's hand, without regret,
I will be buried in the dank earth.
My spirit shall drown in the bottomless abyss!
But thee! Oh, have pity for me, my flower of beauty!
Nobody could love you better,
With such a freehearted, ardent passion.

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