Werther sings a sad song from Ossian,
lines he once translated together
with his adored Charlotte.
son adoration.
Why awaken me, oh breath of Spring?
On my brow I feel thy caresses,
and yet the time
of storms and sorrows is nigh!
Why awaken me, oh breath of Spring?
Tomorrow, remembering my former
glory, the traveller will come into the dale
and in vain will his eyes seek
my splendour:
they will find naught but
mourning and despair!
Alas! Why awaken me,
oh breath of Spring?
