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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Amaryllis

By Friedrich Rückert (1788–1866)

Translation of Charles Harvey Genung

DO not bid me welcome, dearest;

Do not say to me, “Good-by!”

When I come, thy kisses, dearest;

When I go, then breathe a sigh.

Not when coming thou dost see me,

Do I come to thee, my dear:

Ever when I’m parted from thee

Stays my heart behind me here.

Nor when going thou dost see me,

Do I leave the sacred spot:

Dearest, I remain there in the

Chamber, though thou know’st it not.