(Rough translation of a German poem,
by an unknown author )

The Star
 
 
 
See that star that now appears
To glisten in the sky?
It took perhaps a million years
For it to reach your eye.
 
Eternities before today
It died within an instant,
And yet its piercing gleam will stay
Undimmed  though dead and distant.
 
Although you left me long ago,
Your  face will always seem
As fresh to me as mountain snow,
As lasting as that gleam.

reprinted with permission of "Lyric," Vol.76

Traditional love poem

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