< The Works of J. W. von Goethe < Volume 9
DELIGHT OF SORROW.
Dry not up, dry not up,
Tears shed by love everlasting!
Ah! to the eye that half only dried is,
How dreary, how dead the world does appear!
Dry not up, dry not up,
Tears my love unhappy is shedding!
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