not a translation!
To a Child
that shows me a ripped out Lock of Hair
My Child, in which War must you
Lose your yellow Hair?
A Rosebranch has sprung at you to snatch it!
You scarcely show it and even laugh.
God grant, that in future Time
Never any Loss, nor another Sorrow
more bitterly in young Hearts
May hurt you more than this light Robbery!
--Eduard Mörike
This reads like a Japanese attempt at English. (Ugh) But I still like it.
