The Bliss Of Sorrow
Read 'The Bliss Of Sorrow' by 'Johann Wolfgang von Goethe' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
NEVER dry, never dry,
Tears that eternal love sheddeth!
How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear,
When only half-dried on the eye is the tear!
Never dry, never dry,
Tears that unhappy love sheddeth!
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