Here you will find the Poem First Loss of poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AH! who'll e'er those days restore, Those bright days of early love Who'll one hour again concede, Of that time so fondly cherish'd! Silently my wounds I feed, And with wailing evermore Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd. Ah! who'll e'er the days restore Of that time so fondly cherish'd.