Last Bliss (Letztes Glück)

Void of life slides leaf by leaf
from the silent branches sadly,
but the heart wants hope, not grief,
and it dreams of springtime gladly.

Yet a ray of sunshine's kiss
touches roses ere eloping;
tender, like a final bliss:
full of sweetness, past of hoping.

poem by Max Kalbeck, translated by Walter Aue
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