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‘Du liebst mich nicht.’—Graf Platen.
He loves me not! The hour is past for meeting;
The daisy closes round our garden plot!
The fountain sends to earth its happy greeting,
But he—he loves me not!
The daisy closes round our garden plot!
The fountain sends to earth its happy greeting,
But he—he loves me not!
He loves me not! I’ve plucked three russet peaches,
Just ripened for him in our favourite spot.
But no one moves through all those shining beeches—
He loves, he loves me not!
Just ripened for him in our favourite spot.
But no one moves through all those shining beeches—
He loves, he loves me not!
He loves me not! This rose-hued gown I’m wearing
He used to praise,—but now I’m all forgot.
My peace is gone, my hope’s past all repairing,
Alas! he loves me not!
He used to praise,—but now I’m all forgot.
My peace is gone, my hope’s past all repairing,
Alas! he loves me not!
He loves me not! But who comes up the valley?
I hear his step—my pigeons leave the cote,—
Go, doubting Fiend! Take to thy dreariest alley
That lie! He loves me not!
I hear his step—my pigeons leave the cote,—
Go, doubting Fiend! Take to thy dreariest alley
That lie! He loves me not!