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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Rose-Wreath
By Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock (1724–1803)
 
Translation of William Nind

I FOUND her by the shady rill;
  I bound her with a wreath of rose:
She felt it not, but slumbered still.
 
I looked on her; and on the spot
  My life with hers did blend and close:        5
I felt it, but I knew it not.
 
Some lisping, broken words I spoke,
  And rustled light the wreath of rose;
Then from her slumber she awoke.
 
She looked on me; and from that hour        10
  Her life with mine did blend and close;
And round us it was Eden’s bower.
 
 
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