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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
 
Wild Rose
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
 
ONCE a lad a rose did spy,
On the moorland growing,
Young and lovely to the eye;
Fast he ran to see it nigh,
Ran with pleasure glowing.        5
Red rose, red rose, red rose red,
On the moorland growing.
 
Spake the lad: “I’ll pick thee now,
Rose on moorland growing!”
Spake the rose: “I’ll prick thee now:        10
Thou wilt think of me, I trow!—
Go, wild boy, be going!”
 
But the boy so wild and bad
Broke the red rose glowing;
Rose in anger pricked the lad,        15
Rose must suffer him, though sad
And her fury showing.
Red rose, red rose, red rose red,
Rose on moorland growing!
 
 
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