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I will not hear thy music sweet!

If I should listen, then I know

I should no more know friend from foe,

But follow thy capricious feet —

Thy wings, than mine so much more fleet —

I will not go!

I will not go away! Away

From reeds and pool why should I go

To where sun burns, and hot winds blow?

Here sleeps cool twilight all the day;

Do I not love thy tune? No, no!

I will not say!

I will not say I love thy tune;

I do not know if so it be;

It surely is enough for me

To know I love cool rest at noon,

Spread thy bright wings – ah, go – go soon!

I will not see!

I will not see thy gleaming wings,

I will not hear thy music clear.

It is not love I feel, but fear;

I love the song the marsh-frog sings,

But thine, which after-sorrow brings,

I will not hear!