Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,
Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,
Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals
Beauteously planted and deck'd?--Here doth Anacreon sleep
Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,
And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.