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.
Apparent Death
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
(1)
Poem topics: life, prove, love, I love you, chance, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Apparent Death poem by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Best Poems of Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe