Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SONGS OF MIRZA SCHAFFY, SELECTION, by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT
First Line: The rose complained, her fragrance fled
Last Line: And there forevermore was living.

The rose complained, her fragrance fled,
Ah, far too swiftly it was going--
The lovely scent that spring was giving.

And then to comfort her I said,
Her fragrance through my songs was flowing,
And there forevermore was living.