New Love, New Life（1 / 2）

Johann Wolfgang Voh

Heart!My heart!What ans this feelg?

presseth thee so sore?

What strange life is oerstealg!

I aowledge thee no ore.

Fled is all that gave thee gdness,

Fled the cae of all thy sadness,

Fled thy peace, the dtry—

Ah, why suffer it to be?

Say, do beautys graces youthful,

Does this for so fair and bright,

Does this gaze, so kd, so truthful,

Cha thee with unceasg ight?