< The Works of J. W. von Goethe < Volume 9
APPARENT DEATH.
Weep, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing—by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?—oh, that I cannot prove:
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
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