(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Einst Sah Ich Viele

I saw a crowd of flowers in bloom,
On my way: too lazy of course
To stir myself and pick them too,
I rode on by, on my proud horse.
Now, when I’m wretched and I’m dying,
Now, when my grave’s already aired,
Often in memory, painful, mocking,
The scent of flowers I scorned is there.
One, especially, of fiery yellow,
A violet, burns inside my head,
How I regret I never fully
Had that sweetheart in her bed.
My solace: Lethe’s water can
Even now, not lacking in its powers,
Refresh the foolish heart of Man,
With sweet forgetful midnight hours.

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Seems 'a crowd of flowers in bloom, ' were ladies fair a proud nobleman was too proud and lazy to chase; guess he never heard 'it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'; but it seems on his death bed he lusts in regret for the chase never made 'Now, when I’m wretched and I’m dying, Now, when my grave’s already aired, Often in memory, painful, mocking, The scent of flowers I scorned is there. One, especially, of fiery yellow, A violet, burns inside my head, How I regret I never fully Had that sweetheart in her bed.' Another example of sow your wild oats when young.