Classic Poem

Schon mit ihren schlimmsten Schatten

Now with shadows, dull and dreary,
Evil night is creeping on;
Now our souls are worn and weary,
Weary-eyed we sit and yawn.

You grow old and I grow older,
And our Spring has lost its grace.
You grow cold and I grow colder
As the Winter comes apace.

Ah, the end is sad; the tearless
Sighs when Love begins to pall.
So, when Life grows cold and cheerless
Let Death come and end it all.