Classic Poem

In meiner Erinnrung erblühen

In memory many pictures
Arise and reassemble —
What gives your voice the magic
That makes me burn and tremble?

Oh, do not say you love me!
All that may bloom most brightly,
Love and the fires of April,
You put to shame so lightly.

Oh, do not say you love me!
But kiss in quiet closes,
And laugh when, in the morning,
I show you withered roses.