| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| James Russell Lowell. 1819–1891 |
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| 131. Auf Wiedersehen |
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| Summer |
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| THE LITTLE gate was reached at last, | |
| Half hid in lilacs down the lane; | |
| She pushed it wide, and, as she past, | |
| A wistful look she backward cast, | |
| And said,—"Auf wiedersehen!" | 5 |
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| With hand on latch, a vision white | |
| Lingered reluctant, and again | |
| Half doubting if she did aright, | |
| Soft as the dews that fell that night, | |
| She said,—"Auf wiedersehen!" | 10 |
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| The lamp's clear gleam flits up the stair; | |
| I lingered in delicious pain; | |
| Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air | |
| To breathe in thought I scarcely dare, | |
| Thinks she,—"Auf wiedersehen!" | 15 |
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| 'T is thirteen years; once more I press | |
| The turf that silences the lane; | |
| I hear the rustle of her dress, | |
| I smell the lilacs, and—ah, yes, | |
| I hear, "Auf wiedersehen!" | 20 |
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| Sweet piece of bashful maiden art! | |
| The English words had seemed too fain, | |
| But these—they drew us heart to heart, | |
| Yet held us tenderly apart; | |
| She said, "Auf wiedersehen!" | 25 |
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