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What's up now?

To her—to her I spoke this morning! No-now there's nothing more to do!

But I know not where and how? Spoke he really to Marie?

Yes, this morning, early, I suited her, said she!

For she is the bride We picked out for you!

No more talking. Doubting and delaying, We have reached our goal!

I pray you, just a little while Leave me here alone!

Just a little while, Marie, Remember it! But soon we'll come Again! To fulfil Your wishes, Do we leave you here. Your life's happiness Is in your own hands, O, don't reject it, Once you have known it!

It's in my hands, It is with me!

Alone at last! Alone with myself, and with my sorrow! Still I cannot believe it, Though this signature is on it! Whatever speaks warmly for him, To that I must not listen. Was his love but madness? Alas, poor me! What have I done to him?

How strange and dead is all around me. And it was so dear and full of life! The world has no more joys for me, I must resign myself to it.

O spring, your pretty flower-dress, How faded has it now become! The wicked Fall before its time Has blown in from the north

No! All is still as it was and only seems so altered, Because my eyes are sad From weeping.

O May, how beautiful you were With all your fresh young sprouts! Farewell now, gladsome songs of joy! Farewell, you youthful love!

And so I find you here, my love, My longing and desire? O speak, relate to me What meanwhile has occurred!

Away! I'm not your love, Away with your bad jests! At first you stole me, dishonorable thief, And then you sold my heart!