Note 23 — VI YOUNG GERMANY (continued 4)
Mary Morison translation
Whene'er I look into thine eyes, Then every fear that haunts me flies: . . . . . . . . . . . But when thou sayest: "I love thee;" Then must I weep, and bitterly. (Sir THEODORE MARTIN)
Mary Morison translation
Whene'er I look into thine eyes, Then every fear that haunts me flies: . . . . . . . . . . . But when thou sayest: "I love thee;" Then must I weep, and bitterly. (Sir THEODORE MARTIN)