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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
The Last Greeting
By Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788–1857)
MY way from the woods I was wending:
There stood the old house still.
My love, as of old, was bending
Far over the window-sill.
Another man she has taken,        5
I was far in the battle’s din.
How all has turned out!—Ah, forsaken,
I wish a new war would begin!
Her child at the wayside was playing;
Such likeness to her it bore!        10
I kissed its red lips while saying:
“God bless thee forevermore!”
But she was frightened; I wandered.
She lingered and gazed after me,
And shook her fair locks and pondered,        15
And knew not who I might be.
The woods were murmuring gladly,
I stood by a tree on the height;
My hunter’s horn I blew sadly:
It throbbed as in dreams through the night.        20
At morn, when the songbirds dally,
She wept and her heart was sore.
But I was gone far from the valley;
And now she will see me no more.

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