Ah, he who seeketh solitude
Is all too soon alone;
Men live and love, but he must brood
Upon his pain and moan.
Leave agony with me!
When I at last shall be
Quite lonely grown—
I shall not be alone.
A lover steals upon his way
To hark if his love be alone.
Thus pain steals o’er me night and day
When I am lonely grown;
And thus creeps agony.
When I at last shall be
Within my grave unknown:
Then I’ll be left alone!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832)
Translated by Margarete Münsterberg
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