Verse > Anthologies > Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. > A Harvest of German Verse
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!

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.